Monday, October 27, 2008

Making mountains out of Pustules

Ok, I'm having a crisis here. Ok, not really, but I like to blow even the tiniest problems out of porportion. 

I'm having a breakout. This has been going on since last week. Yes, I have acne, but I have had really pretty good skin since I started using Purity Made Simple by Philosphy cleanser. And I have some big work events coming up and I hate looking like some pimple faced kid while talking to clients. It doesn't help that I'm a woman working in a male dominated field either.

So, last week on Friday I called the RE's office at 8:00 am to see if the RE would write me an antibiotic script to make this go away since he has me on new drugs (progesterone and metformin) and I'm pretty sure that they are playing a part here.

And his nurse did not get back to me. So I called back at 3 pm on Friday (since they are prone to closing early on Fridays). She said she would see him on Saturday and get back to me. Well, she got back to me at 7:30 this morning while I was blow drying my hair, so I didn't hear the phone ring, so I couldn't answer it. So she left me a voicemail saying no, he doesn't treat that stuff.

Ok, can I get all my drs. together so that they can decide which symptom of PCOS they will treat. Seriously, people with RA have rhumatologists to cover the bases. Why can't women with PCOS have a magical dr. that treats all the symptoms instead of dividing the work between a primary, endocrinologist, dermatologist, gynecologist and reproductive endocrinologist? 

Anyhow, so I called my primary this morning, and she won't write me a script unless I can find a way to make it in to their office (if I had known Friday that my RE wouldn't do it, then I could have set something up). And called RE office back and they told me NO again. Tried to call old dermatologist and can't even figure out how to get ahold of her (this is one of the many reasons I quit going to her). 

So after turning into a crying mess about a cluster of zits, it appears I have come to the end of the road. My only option left is finding a sick kid and bribing their parents for a hit of amoxicillin.

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