Your comments on my previous post are all awesome, and I promise to respond to each of you in the comment section. I have decided to accept the gifts gracefully and to send out thank you notes to the patients at their homes. None of the gifts have been over the top, and I really do feel blessed that my patients want to celebrate this little bean with me. What's really funny is the patients asking me how *I'm* feeling. That takes a little getting used to, and I find myself getting all flustered and embarrassed. It made me realize what an interesting physician/patient dynamic there is with respect to disclosure. We want to know everything about our patients, medical problems to marital status to sexual history (and for good reason). Yet we disclose little, if any, personal info about ourselves in return; so much so that when patients ask how I am feeling or how the pregnancy is progressing, I feel uncomfortable speaking about myself on "their time." Does that make any sense? Anyway, I'm getting used to it, and it is kinda nice.
So far my Friday the 13th has progressed in standard crappy fashion, I started the morning off puking my guts up. I had been off of the Z0fran for a solid week and was feeling too cocky. Next I got to explain to the young girl in her early twenties (who was admitted to the hospital for unexplained ascites) that she has a pelvic mass, and, in all likelihood, has a large ovarian cancer. She has never been pregnant. She has never even had sex. Therefore, she had never seen an OB/GYN. Please go get pelvic exams, ladies, even if you aren't having sex. I can't help but wonder if the mass would have been caught so much earlier if she had only had an exam.
Then I saw a million and a half patients squeezed into a "half day" of appointments, not to mention a large wound infection (on a section that my partner did, thankyouverymuch) that I had to open, drain, and pack in the office. While the rest of the office staff breezed out of the office by 2pm, I caught up my charts and sifted through mountains of paperwork, FMLA papers, consult letters, and lab results. This weekend I am on call, and so I am fielding asinine phone calls from OtherDoc's patients wishing for me to phone them in narcotics (I won't) and diagnose anemia over the phone. Sigh.
In positive news, I am 25 weeks and 1 day. My last appointment my blood pressure was awesome at 124/80 (yay!) my weight was up for a total of 10 pounds for the pregnancy thus far (boo!) and everything is measuring right on target. The Bean is a mover and a shaker, and he particularly likes to party between 9-11 pm. In other big news, Miss CindyLou Whoo is all but done with diapers. She has been dry for almost 2 weeks solid now! Woo HOO! We still put her in a diaper at night (more as a failsafe than a necessity) but she only wears panties during the day. It is sad to be so excited, but we were hoping to get her good and out of diapers before the Bean makes his debut. So far, so good! I hope you all had a better Friday the 13th than I, and I also hope that you are having nicer weather wherever you are, it is too fragging cold and icky for APRIL 'round these parts! Have a fantastic weekend!