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Perhaps this is TMI, but...
May. 14th, 2008 12:32 amI wielded my shiny new(ish) health insurance today to get myself that annual pelvic/pap exam we all so look forward to, not to mention a bunch of blood tests that we old geezers are supposed to get these days. I decided to go to the Queer health clinic in what is rather foolishly called the "Gayborhood."
Pro: While waiting for the phlebotomist, I got to hear a doctor (or nurse practitioner, or something) carefully instructing someone on how to inject hirself with estrogen.
Con: Leaving the clinic, I realized that s/he must have heard much more of my long, involved conversation with my new gynecologist about certain...er... concerns of mine than I would have liked.
Also, why do I have such low blood pressure? Do I need to worry more? Maybe I should be more involved with the election.
Pro: While waiting for the phlebotomist, I got to hear a doctor (or nurse practitioner, or something) carefully instructing someone on how to inject hirself with estrogen.
Con: Leaving the clinic, I realized that s/he must have heard much more of my long, involved conversation with my new gynecologist about certain...er... concerns of mine than I would have liked.
Also, why do I have such low blood pressure? Do I need to worry more? Maybe I should be more involved with the election.
