I actually meant “sometime before the new car smell wears off.” I wasn’t lying to you, InterWebs, I promise. Why you gotta be like that? You’ll get the car pictures.

Right now, though, you get to listen to me whine about oozing, itchy eyes. LUCKY YOU! The worst part of pink eye, other than the obvious discomfort (and OH MY GOD, I don’t remember it being this miserable as a child), is the feeling that you’re a nasty, unhygienic who wipes her nose on the back of her hand and then rubs her eyes.

Well, I am not that person. Sure, I may skimp on the hair washing now and then, but I’m clean! I don’t smell! I wash my hands compulsively! So, I have decided to blame this disease on the dog. She has no scruples when it comes to what she licks. It must be her fault. It’s a good thing she’s cute, otherwise this might be the end of our friendship.

You’d think Tonks would feel a little guilty, perhaps, for giving her Mistress such a terrible affliction. Well, you’d be wrong. Tonks is nothing short of ecstatic that I am home to play with her all day. She doesn’t seem to mind that I have a shit load of work waiting for me at the office. (Then again, since I just discovered Discovery Health Chanel, I don’t mind nearly as much as I should…that shit’s addictive.)

In other health related news, I’ve been researching popular OBGYN’s in the area…finding a doctor is NOT easy. I mean, it’s easy to find ones on the insurance plan and what not, but finding one who doesn’t make you cry, or who won’t be blase about worrisome symptoms is an entirely different matter. It’s not that I disliked my old Woman Doctor, it’s just that I didn’t love him…nor his office staff. When I had bleeding after the positive HPT, they were dismissive. Same with the cramps that followed. When I did eventually miscarry, the doctor returned my call with a “I’m not surprised.” WELL THANK YOU VERY MUCH. They then told me to take Motrin for the pain. I finally got some codeine out of them, and they didn’t seem too concerned when I developed a reaction to it. I had to ask them TWICE to add it to my chart.

So, I went on a hunt. I looked up doctor ratings on various sites. I called one place, but the lady who answered the phone was snotty…it may not be indicative of the entire office, but still, not the first impression I was going for. She also didn’t understand what it is I was looking for in the appointment (are the words “pre-pregnancy consultation” THAT difficult? She put me down for a pap instead. NOT THE SAME THING.) Then I found a doctor who was listed in San Diego’s top 100 doctors. Funnily enough, the long waiting list only made me more sure that I want to see this particular doctor. So, there ya go. I’ll maybe meet my new Woman Doctor sometime in September. Hopefully he won’t be an ass and his staff won’t be incompetent.

Since this has essentially turned into a WonderSpot Health Report, I am also THRILLED to let you know that I am completely off of my Lexapro! It took much longer than I expected, especially the last drop off (once I starting cutting the pills into eighths, it just got a little ridiculous). I went through a minor withdrawal period, but nothing so bad as what I’ve experienced before. I feel fine, AND I think I’m already starting to shed a little of the 15-20 pounds I gained from being on it. I’m being very conscientious about monitoring for returning depression symptoms, and taking steps now to prevent them (bah! another reason for doctors to push exercise: it combats depression…jerks). I’m really looking forward to this summer being a time to return to good health WITHOUT chemical assistance.

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