So I've been talking about Little Bean, mostly, these days, since, you know--that's mostly what I've been thinking about. I promise I'll try to find some other things to talk about, but I did want to mention that I got to see the heartbeat yesterday, pumping along strongly at 120 bpm. I was measuring one day short, but I don't think that's a problem. My dilemma now is whether or not to spend the extra $100 a month to get an additional 50mg of progesterone a day. I say this because one doctor prescribed 100mg daily, and one doctor prescribed 50mg daily, and I've been taking the 100mg, and ignoring the 50mg, but with my last baby, they had me on 200mg by this time, so I don't know if I should up my dose or not, since, you know, No One Will Actually Check My Levels! It's a dilemma. Especially since we're kind of cash-strapped right now as it is, with the new minivan purchase, and my insurance doesn't cover "formulary drugs."
On a slightly different note, I was extremely annoyed when I registered for my ultrasound appointment yesterday, and the registrar lady said, "Can we take a photo for your medical records?" As I was saying, "No, thank you!" (because it's not really any business of theirs what I look like. And I'm paranoid), she had her camera out and was snapping the picture. "It's something new they're requiring," she said, and that was that.
So why the heckity-heck did you ask my permission if I don't have an option to say "no?"
So now, somewhere linked with my medical file at that hospital, is a photo of me, scowling, with dark storm clouds gathering over my head, because some moron was taking a picture of me that I didn't consent to. Serves them right!
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