One Down, One To Go

According to the doc I saw today, I have a mild case of PCOS, if I even have it at all. My hormones are all normal, but two more tests have to come back to confirm the diagnosis.

This doctor was a lot better than the other guy. He explained things to me. He showed me the numbers. He wrote it out plain and simple for the nonmedical people in the room. Most of all, he didn't pull what the other one did-not tell me anything and then leave me to flounder in a sea of results, not understanding what was going on or how to fix the problem.

Results in about two days!

I have another yet today and then I go home. Yay me.

Ta,
Bec

UPDATE: Home again; other appt. went well.

I have a feature to introduce to this blog, a feature which I wasn't sure I wanted to introduce for a long time.

There is a man who we'll call D. Might as well protect his privacy. He's 50, married to a far older woman. He's been married before; first wife left him because of his slovenly and lazy ways.

This person goes to my parent's church has probably worked less days than I have, and I'm less than half his age. Mom's known him for a long time (they went to high school together). He has the hots for my mother and so Mom goes out of her way to avoid him, because he's like a mosquito-sucks you dry if you let him. When Mom (jokingly) said she was running off to marry D, Dad laughed.

He's a bit nerdy and weird. He doesn't bathe often (okay-HARDLY), the stories I hear about his house would make you never want to eat again, and he is going to lose his house to foreclosure/demolition in December when his wife goes into care for her Alzheimer's. He isn't trying to salvage himself, he's not trying to acquire a job like most people would have. His own mother has said she won't let him move in with her when he becomes homeless next winter, not unless he gets a job.

This guy has claimed that he was going to be adopted by an Indian tribe (we wonder what his tribal name would be, and who would adopt D, being that he's a parasite of sorts) but then his car was destroyed when someone smashed out his window and torched his car.

Mom and I are of the opinion that he may have committed insurance fraud.

He wants to follow us up camping, but Mom has told him we haven't figured out where we're going yet. This because HE WOULD follow us, eat our food, bug our sleep, and generally make us have to get a restraining order.

D is probably going to receive mercy from someone who will take pity on him, probably will leech off of church people until we can no longer stand him up here and he has to hitchhike south to Madison or Milwaukee.

But his stories are getting pretty fun to listen to...

Ta,
Bec