Yes, I Am a Spaz

As you know, I've been trying to figure out whether I ovulated, and I've been concerned that if I did ovulate I might have to sit out the new cycle because I'd be expecting AF days before my post-op appointment. All this worry and uncertainty has been stressful.

I might have mentioned that I find health care professionals intimidating. I had the impression that Dr. L didn't expect to hear from me again until the post-op appointment, but I really, really didn't want to have to sit out yet another long cycle. So I stressed about it, scrounged up some courage, rehearsed what I would say in my head, and then this morning I made the call. It went something like this.

Me (nervous and babbling): Oh, hi, um, I have my post-laparoscopy appointment with Dr. L on May 15, but I think I ovulated, and if I'm right I'll be expecting my period to start a few days before the appointment, and I was hoping that since it's been four weeks since the lap, and since it's only a few days before the appointment, that maybe I could somehow do treatment this cycle, if it's okay with Dr. L?

Nurse: Yes, that was the plan. Call me on day one.

Me: Oh! Okay, thanks!

Yet again, I was stressing over nothing. I'm such a spaz.