So yesterday was that post-op appointment of mine. I got in fairly quickly since I didn’t go until 45 minutes after my initial appointment time, as they told me in the phone call. It wasn’t much… just went in, she told me about my endo and explained a little bit, checked my incisions, took out the stitch that was sticking out, and talked a little bit more about my IVF plans.

Den works in the military and especially during drill he works alongside many doctors. He said to me once about someone, “He’s a doctor – they’re all a little scatterbrained.” I can sort of see where he’s coming from. This is the third time I’ve seen my RE and she’s flipped through my chart and said, “So you’re all set for injectibles!” Third time I’ve had to explain that we’re doing IVF and decided to skip injectibles. I just kind of expect it now. I know she’s very busy, but it would be nice if she could get up to speed with my chart before our appointments. :sigh: She asked if we’ve been to the overview (yes) and said we’ll need the protocol class (already done) and to have an appointment with her to answer any questions (did that last appointment). And it’s silly but I hate correcting people, especially people in position of authority over me like a doctor. So sometimes I just nod and smile and tell her I’ll take care of it. Oh well. The nurses are up to date on me and I get the feeling that’s the important part.

She really wanted me to book another appointment with her to come back to “talk” about IVF and sign consent forms. I don’t think I’m going to, for a few reasons: she wants me to see her in the next two weeks before my IVF cycle starts, and I know from experience it takes about a month to get an appointment with her; I already got her to answer my questions while I was at my last appointment; Den and I have already discussed and decided on how many embryos to transfer, based upon that information and the stuff she gave me then; and the nurse said it was no big deal and I could just bring the consents in whenever at the start of the cycle. I really don’t feel like going in for an appointment with her a month from now when the cycle’s already underway, dragging Den out of work for it, only to hand over the consent forms and nod and tell her we’ve already discussed everything. Just not worth my time. If I had questions that would be one thing… but I don’t.

Oh, the removing the stitch thing was a little interesting. I asked about the funny stitch, since it was sticking out and bothering me (the other side seems to be internal, it’s not an issue). So she said I could let it just dissolve on its own – which could take a couple of weeks – or she could remove it. While the thought of having someone tugging at a stitch was not a pleasant one, the thought of having that damn stitch sticking out at me for two weeks was a little worse. So I asked her to remove it. She put on gloves and grabbed some tweezer things and had me lay back. She tugged at it. Well, sort of… she kept trying to tug at it, but either missing or not getting a grip on the stitch. I just kept thinking that I’m glad this is after my surgery; if it was before I might have been concerned about her performing the surgery on me! ;) But anyways, all she ended up doing was lightly tugging it enough to bring the knot part above the surface, then used little scissors to snip it off close as possible. I was laying there thinking, that’s it? I could have done that myself! Sheesh. Well, now I know. And now I don’t have a stitch bothering me. I hope that all heals up good. The other side looks great now.

I also mentioned to her that the area around my belly button is a little tender and sensitive and she said they use a gripper thing to pull the belly button up. Ah ha! I thought those four little marks were to uniform to be coincidence. At least that explains why it’s a little sore. (I tried wearing a shirt with a zipper down the front the other day. It rubbed across my belly button area. I found a new shirt.)

I think I was in and out in about 15 minutes. Pretty good. Was a beautiful day too… good for the cranky mood I was in that morning.