My rant would be...
To you dumbass NHS doctors - cop on, will you?! I'm 32 years old and didn't have a period for 7 months after coming off the pill and you think that was NORMAL?! Really? You then send me for scans and see my one ovary is covered in cysts and you say that it's fine. Really? Then after I have enough braincells to realise for myself that it's not actually fine (because guess what... google teaches you a lot, you should check it out sometime, you might be able to actually buy your medical degree on there somewhere!), your colleague says that he 'supposes' he can refer me to a specialist. Well thank you very much, it's really useful having you in this world! So where do you people send me? To the flipping general gynae unit - yes, that's right - pregnant people galore!! Like, I'm the ONLY non-pregnant one! After 3 months and 2 visits, you eventually tell me that you THINK I have PCOS and that you can't do anything for me and that you're referring me to the specialist fertility unit. Congratulations Genius! Without even a day at medical school, I could have told you that's where I need to be. You then tell me that the private specialist I consulted in South Africa put the 'cart before the horse' by giving me Clomid, because you have to first investigate WHY I'm not having periods. Again... really?! You flipping useless Tonsils... I'm not having periods because I'm not ovulating! Geez, flip and bloody hell... cop on, will you? And you say to me 'we should maybe look at your weight'... hmm... funny you should say that, because I have to look at it every day and I see it piling on rapidly since I came off the pill, no matter how many Weight Watchers points I count! So do me a favour, get your fingers out of your butts, treat me like a human being, not a bloody target statistic and HELP me! Do your bloody job and help me. That's all I'm asking. Tonsils.
Rant over... WHEW!
To you dumbass NHS doctors - cop on, will you?! I'm 32 years old and didn't have a period for 7 months after coming off the pill and you think that was NORMAL?! Really? You then send me for scans and see my one ovary is covered in cysts and you say that it's fine. Really? Then after I have enough braincells to realise for myself that it's not actually fine (because guess what... google teaches you a lot, you should check it out sometime, you might be able to actually buy your medical degree on there somewhere!), your colleague says that he 'supposes' he can refer me to a specialist. Well thank you very much, it's really useful having you in this world! So where do you people send me? To the flipping general gynae unit - yes, that's right - pregnant people galore!! Like, I'm the ONLY non-pregnant one! After 3 months and 2 visits, you eventually tell me that you THINK I have PCOS and that you can't do anything for me and that you're referring me to the specialist fertility unit. Congratulations Genius! Without even a day at medical school, I could have told you that's where I need to be. You then tell me that the private specialist I consulted in South Africa put the 'cart before the horse' by giving me Clomid, because you have to first investigate WHY I'm not having periods. Again... really?! You flipping useless Tonsils... I'm not having periods because I'm not ovulating! Geez, flip and bloody hell... cop on, will you? And you say to me 'we should maybe look at your weight'... hmm... funny you should say that, because I have to look at it every day and I see it piling on rapidly since I came off the pill, no matter how many Weight Watchers points I count! So do me a favour, get your fingers out of your butts, treat me like a human being, not a bloody target statistic and HELP me! Do your bloody job and help me. That's all I'm asking. Tonsils.
Rant over... WHEW!