Can somebody tell me why, after an appointment at which I shelled out over $6,000 in medical costs at one time, I felt guilty for stuffing my purse with feminine hygiene products from the drawer in the exam room?
(CD3, ovaries are clear although the RE called the left one “a little cystic,” whatever that means, and my blood draw from last cycle showed my estrogen levels at 115 (50 is normal) but he didn’t seem concerned somehow. “I feel good,” he said. “Let’s keep going.” Okay, if you say so. I’ll just be over in my corner wondering if my uterus is going to explode or something because of all that crazy estrogen.)