Doctors Dumb and Dumber

So, I headed into my local military clinic armed with BBT charts and my "fertility plans." After waiting forever in the waiting room, I get ushered back to see Dr. WannaBe Resident (a.k.a. Dr. Dumb) who is cute (like too cute--the cute-but-dumb-brute) smacking on a huge piece of bubble gum. If you've ever had the fun of being in the military care system, you know that you never see the same doctor twice. I quit worrying about their names because should you start to like them, they are guaranteed to be transferred to Iceland.

Anyhow, Dr. Dumb asks me the same questions about three times before processing my fertility history in his head ("uuuh, which was first, the triplets or the twins?) I then told him I was ready to move on to injectibles. He gives me a blank stare and asks, "what do injectibles mean to you?" I looked at him and said "uuuh Gonal F, Follistim, Repronex, whatever you got man) (meanwhile I am seeing that this is going nowhere and fantasizing about having a toy water gun in my pocket--"Just give me ten vials of Gonal F and I won't have to squirt you..."). He says he doesn't think that will do me any good. His theory--if you are ovulating on Clomid, then you don't need the other stuff.

Okay, so I move on to plan 2. I want to use my frozen embryos. Oh geesh, I think the acronym
FET was too much for him, so he left to go consult his "boss." I waited and waited and waited and he finally came back and said he would give me a pap smear. I was okay with that as it is one of the hundreds of hoops you have to jump through to have the FET (frozen embryo transfer). So, we do that and he tells me to wait for a doctor that is about to come out of surgery. So, I wait and wait and you get the picture...I imagine that Dr. Dumber in surgery is going to come down and tell me that my uterus has disappeared or that I have Cancer. I finally grew impatient and went back to Dr. Dumb to see what was going on. About that time Dr. Dumber shows up and they sneak off into the hall so they can discuss my "case." They return and proceed to tell me what I told them an hour ago--that I should proceed to FET and get a saline sono, blah, blah, blah. At that point I just smiled and left, hurrying back to my job to arrive at least by lunch.

Needless to say, I don't have a renewed sense of hope. But, I will plug on with my IUI this month and then have my frozen embies ready to thaw in case...