Post Christmas Stress Syndrome

Phew glad Christmas is over, and things can go back to normal.

I mean D and I spent Christmas Day with his parents, so we didn’t have the pain and misery of being with my family and everyone fawning over my nieces and nephew.

We did have D’s father discussing D’s visit to Dr. Famous Urologist with us at our Christmas Eve dinner and that made me uncomfortable enough for the next few days. You see D’s father is a doctor and when D needed a referral, rather than just go to a GP like a regular person, he asked his father to write him one. Now Dr. Famous Urologist decided to phone D’s father and give him an update!

D’s father mentioned it while we were eating our dinner and went on in some detail about how there was nothing physically wrong with D and there was some method of making the imperfect sperm swim away. All I can say is that it’s nothing short of a miracle that I didn’t choke on my prawn.

I mean D’s father is not an expert in fertility – in fact he and D’s mother are still in the dark as to their own infertility.

I spoke to D about this after a couple of days, by which time I’d calmed down. I had to remind him that his father is not our fertility doctor and in fact is not my doctor at all, and actually we have confidential information regarding our fertility that we have never discussed with them for our own reasons – like the fact that we had a MISCARRIAGE! So perhaps he better tell Dr. FU to pull his head in and oblige by patient confidentiality!

Am I wrong or does this seem slightly unethical?

D assures me that it’s the last we’ll hear of him, but the fact is I want it to be the last his father hears of him.

Now today I go to put in our claim for D’s necessary blood test and find out that we are not able to claim one cent in Medicare – do you think this might be information D should have been told since the flaming test cost $220?!

Now I hate the Dr. Famous Urologist.