Friday, January 28, 2011

Birth Control for Dummies

Went for a follow-up appointment with my orthopedic doc yesterday. Can't remember if I've brought you all along for any of the craptastic ride, but I broke my foot in July while...drumroll, please...walking at the mall. Because I'm me, and this kind of stupid stuff happens to me.

Anyway, I broke my tibial sesamoid bone, one of two tiny, pea-sized bones under your big toe that, if I'm understanding it correctly, keep your big toe sort of anchored so it doesn't start veering off to the wrong side. Also? It is the worst bone in the body to break, because there's almost no blood flow to that area. I was in a boot for several months and finally got an orthotic (too sexy) in December, so at least I can now wear matching shoes, even if the insert only fits into my big shoes, like these.

So after initially being told by one surgeon in town that it would require surgery -- total removal of the bone in question -- I went in December for a consult with a new ortho who works with types like athletes and dancers and is at the top of his game. He said we could probably heal it with more time and the use of a bone growth stimulator, this ultrasound machine I hook my foot up to once or twice (if I'm being good) a day.

Yesterday, I went for a follow-up. The bad news is there's still a fracture, though it is markedly improved from my last x-ray. The good news is he thinks we're almost there and confirmed I won't need surgery. But what was really memorable was the exchange I had with the x-ray technician before she took the images.

She asked me if I could be pregnant. And hilarity ensued.

She asked specifically if there was "any way" I could be pregnant. Now I can be a pretty literal person, so when you ask me a question like that I'm going to answer it literally. I told her I could not rule it out 100%. She looked at me, serious and concerned. It probably didn't help that this doctor, who sees both adults and pediatric patients, is at the Children's hospital here, so they don't encounter this gray area in the realm of pregnancy and fertility area often.

Well then we can't do the x-ray, she said. I said I definitely didn't think I was. I explained that I had fertility problems and that the chances were like .000000001, but that I'd had a period at the beginning of the month so I couldn't say with full certainty that there was no chance at all, which, after all, was the question she had just asked me. Then I got philosophical: I said, isn't there always a chance? and she said, no, not if someone is on birth control pills.

It was a surreal, nuts-and-bolts, conception-101 type conversation that sort of creeped me out.

Ultimately, after she -- clearly irritated -- brought someone else in, we all decided that I would have the x-rays, they would just double cover my girl parts with the lead aprons, just in case. Which was fine with me, because we know I'm not preggers, people. I mean, I have not forgotten about the past several years. But seriously? If it were ever going to happen on its own, you know this would be the month, the month I had the foot x-rays, so I could spend the next 9.5 months imagining the two-headed baby that would emerge from my ute to keep H company as his sibling.

4 comments:

Celia said...

Ohhh yeah, I had a similar conversation with my dentist. Them- "Could you be pregnant?" Me- hhhheeeeee heeeee I suppose. Did you happen to notice a star and three wisemen?" Them- nonplussed.

anofferingoflove said...

uh..news for her: folks on bcps get pregnant all the time. eesh.

i had one of those moments recently too when i took bird for an x-ray. i had to bite my tongue from laughing!

Amanda said...

You must be talented to break that bone!

I was headed to the chiropractor's office and I stared at an unused test and convinced myself it would be a total waste to test since I knew I wasn't but he was surely going to xray me. Then we went through the hilarity of the odds that I was pregnant. Then the next day I thought I broke my wrist so I had to go through it again. Then I got so nervous that, "what if" so I broke out that damn test to gaze at the BFN.

rescogitatae said...

Ah yes, the ironic pregnancy. I remember a couple of times where someone asked me that exact question...and then I worried about it for weeks afterwards (because what if I actually were, gasp, pregnant?). Not that this was ever the case.

Thanks for your thoughts on my blog. I'm comfortable with doing the three-hour test because I have always had signs of problems coping with sugar (I crash badly when my blood sugar gets too low; I react badly to eating too much sugar, etc.). And even though the tests we did pre-pregnancy never showed a problem, I'd rather be certain. But I am prepared for it to be a horrible experience- I will pack food, will get there as early as I can, and will plan to do nothing except feel sorry for myself for the rest of the day!

 
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