my pink toes

As part of the ongoing saga that involves the state of My Health, I finally got the results from my sleep study today. First, I had the great experience of having myvitals taken by a nurse that kept yawning. She shuffled sleepily around the clinic, in search of the large blood pressure cuff. I made a crack and she laughed, telling me she was the poster child for the clinic. I was a bit concerned that the doctor doesn't seem to have been able to help his own nurse...

The sleep study doctor is an interesting fellow. He can't be any older than 40, and I'd put my bet on younger. He has a very heavy Asian accent, and he doesn't seem to have a clue what to do with me. We talked about the results (add another diagnosis to the pile: Periodic Limb Movement Disorder) and then he started lecturing on my overuse of Sudafed. I told him it concerned me too and that I talked about it frequently with my PCP. He mumbled something about how dangerous it is, especially for wgghmrty patients. Huh? He had already made many comments about my weight (which for the record, is significantly greater than it should be), so I thought maybe he said "weighty" patients. I asked him to clarify. He said "Sudafed is not good for lady patients".

Excuse me? LADY patients? Did you just call me a LADY patient? What, does he expect me to fall over from an attack of the vapors?

Then he went on to explain, "Yes, there's a paper out saying Sudafed might not be good for the minds of lady patients". Um, okay? So, does he think I'm making everything up because my uterus is jumping around in my body?

No wonder I've spent so much time in denial instead of pursing answers about My Health. Unfortunately, I've had this kind of experience far too many times.