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May. 18th, 2016 11:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckI ended up coming straight home after my appointment. I’ve been having too much urgent and frequent need for a bathroom to want to risk wandering around without such access. If things ease up, I’ll go for a walk later. I’m not holding my breath, however.
The gynecologist and oncologist are waffling on the question of the IUD. There’s a recent study out of Finland that shows a minute increase in breast cancer risk for every five years a woman uses an IUD. It’s somewhere between 0.3 and 0.5% increase for every five years. At any rate, the gynecologist and I decided to leave the dratted thing in for at least another month, until after I’ve seen the oncologist again. She said that, although the standard time to keep a Mirena IUD is five years, they’re actually good for seven, especially if I’m using it more for cycle suppression than for birth control. I think that’s her way of saying that nobody’s going to be willing to put a new one in but that keeping the old one might actually get me to menopause if I hit it by the time I turn 51.
Naturally, the first appointment the receptionist offered me was at 8:00 a.m. and the second was the same day as Cordelia’s orthopedist appointment. I am not willing to try to do both in one morning. We finally settled on a date and time, and she printed out an appointment slip— For the appointment I had today with no mention of the appointment in June. The appointment is listed in the patient portal, so it’s not that she forgot to enter the dratted thing.
I think I may lie down for a while now. I didn’t get back to sleep after Scott’s alarm at 5:00, and we didn’t get the lights out until nearly midnight last night. I had considered trying to get my fasting blood tests done today, but I was so tired that I didn’t think I could manage it. As it happens, I wouldn’t have had time for it because the cab didn’t come until half an hour after I called it. I got to the clinic five minutes before my appointment.
The gynecologist and oncologist are waffling on the question of the IUD. There’s a recent study out of Finland that shows a minute increase in breast cancer risk for every five years a woman uses an IUD. It’s somewhere between 0.3 and 0.5% increase for every five years. At any rate, the gynecologist and I decided to leave the dratted thing in for at least another month, until after I’ve seen the oncologist again. She said that, although the standard time to keep a Mirena IUD is five years, they’re actually good for seven, especially if I’m using it more for cycle suppression than for birth control. I think that’s her way of saying that nobody’s going to be willing to put a new one in but that keeping the old one might actually get me to menopause if I hit it by the time I turn 51.
Naturally, the first appointment the receptionist offered me was at 8:00 a.m. and the second was the same day as Cordelia’s orthopedist appointment. I am not willing to try to do both in one morning. We finally settled on a date and time, and she printed out an appointment slip— For the appointment I had today with no mention of the appointment in June. The appointment is listed in the patient portal, so it’s not that she forgot to enter the dratted thing.
I think I may lie down for a while now. I didn’t get back to sleep after Scott’s alarm at 5:00, and we didn’t get the lights out until nearly midnight last night. I had considered trying to get my fasting blood tests done today, but I was so tired that I didn’t think I could manage it. As it happens, I wouldn’t have had time for it because the cab didn’t come until half an hour after I called it. I got to the clinic five minutes before my appointment.
