I’m a little annoyed. At the beginning of each week I have been giving blood to determine my progesterone levels in order to reduce my medication. Last week I finally stopped my PIO (progesterone in oil) booty injections, but I was still taking oral prometrium – 200 mg/day. The previous two weeks the doctor’s office has been amazing about calling me the day after I gave blood with my progesterone values. But not this week. I called twice on Tuesday to remind them about giving me my values and then twice on Wednesday as well. By Thursday they still hadn’t called me back with my progesterone results, and you can imagine that I’ve conjured up the worst result in my head by that point. I left a not-so-nice voicemail for the nurses to call me back and they finally did that afternoon. My result? Normal – 47 ng/ml. But I’m pissed. I tried to explain to the nurse that they were causing my anxiety to spike by simply not calling me back. Especially since my levels were normal and there was no reason to delay the phone call. They didn’t care. The nurse offered a lame excuse about not receiving the results and how they were busy. I later found out that they did receive the test results on time, and I firmly believe that it doesn’t matter how busy they became. I am still a patient of theirs and should be provided a decent level of quality of care. The nurse didn’t even offer a small apology. She wasn’t human enough to do so. Blah.

I really do hope that this was just a small hiccup in their office, and that they normally don’t avoid patients on a regular basis. Because other than this problem, the office has been great – and I definitely don’t want to find a new ob-gyn. Just as a precaution though, I think I will be switching nurses for future office visits. I’m all about doing anything I can do to reduce to my anxiety, especially since I’ve been taking the prometrium every other day for the last couple of days and today I’m going to stop. Eeek! I can’t believe that I’m finally going to stop my meds! I just have to keep reminding myself that my levels have been consistent for the last few weeks, and by all accounts it appears as though my placenta has taken over. . . I’m still nervous though. These drugs have been my security blanket, and I am loath to give them up. But I’ve got to do it . . .