Doctors, doctors, and more doctors

I have always been pretty healthy. Other than a weird thing with my liver a few years ago, I've never really had to go for more than regular checkups. Doctors scare me, so, going to the RE and beginning regular visits and treatments was a pretty big thing for me. Now, that feels like nothing.

A number of weird medical things have happened over the last couple of months that needed to be checked out. It's all way too much to write about in one post, so, I'll cut to the chase.

First of all, when I got my medical records from Clinic A to send to Clinic C, I noticed something strange. Something called Sedimentation Rate was elevated and rising. The bloodwork at Clinic C showed it still rising, so, I was referred to a rheumatologist who took a lot of blood last month. I go back to him for a follow-up tomorrow. I wonder what he's going to have to say. As long as he doesn't want to do anything invasive. That's scary.

As I've blogged about previously, pre-op bloodwork before my hysteroscopy showed that I have the Anti-M antibody. I have to see the maternal hematologist on Thursday of this week. I have no idea what to expect there, but, ugh, it's another doctor.

Glenn and I affectionately dubbed this week "the week of the -ologists" because I have appointments with both the rheumatologist and the hematologist, at the direction of the reproductive endocrinologist!

Ha ha ha, funny, right? Well, apparently that wasn't enough for me. For a couple of weeks, I've been having chest pains and arm pains. I saw my internist last week about it and we both agreed I should see a cardiologist, which I did tonight. The good news is that he doesn't think it's cardiac in nature. He thinks it's classic esophageal reflux. He prescribed something for it and, I have to say, I took it about 45 minutes ago and, while I don't want to say this too loud, I'm noticing now that the pain seems to be less (shhh, we don't want to tempt it to come back....). The iffy thing is that he noticed something that could be a problem and has ordered a bunch of tests, which I'm hoping to get done this week. But, I guess I have some peace of mind that he doesn't think there's impending danger.

I may be overly sensitive given Glenn's heart attack, my dad's recent heart stuff, the fact that my dad was originally diagnosed with heart issues at 39 (guess how old I am now), and, of course, the symptoms I've been having. Some might say stress is contributing to the symptoms. What, me, stress??? Um, yeah!

So, the week of the -ologists has officially begun - even more -ologist-laden than originally planned! By the way, have I mentioned that I hate doctors?