Several months ago during an infertility work up, I found out my boys showed up to the party in very low numbers. As an infant, I had mumps. I also had bilateral hernia repairs. I have no idea if this contributed to the problem. The numbers were low enough that conception by natural means would occur in less than 1%, under the most optimum of circumstances (like candles glowing with Air Supply playing softly in the background). Shortly there after, I found out about my hypothyroidism. I had an enlightening discussion with The Dinosaur about the issues of me managing it myself. Taking the advice of ones much wiser than me, I reduced my dose, just a tad and ordered up another $4 script from Wally World. After six weeks, I am happy to report my TSH is within the normal range. I figure, a couple more checks in the next 3 months, and my dose should hopefully be fairly well determined.
It just so happens, that my appointment to recheck the functionality of my boys also occurred around the same time. So we'll see if my hypothyroidism played any role from my end. Two days ago, I had the opportunity to "produce a sample" for the lab folks at the fertility clinic we have chosen. It's interesting to see how market economies work in health care. I pay up front their charge. They run it through my insurance, If I over pay, they carry a credit to apply to uncovered services I may use in their office. Since some, but not all, fertility services are covered by insurance plans, paying upfront as their policy allows many offices to stream line their collection. It also means they have their money upfront, not 60 days from now in a battle with a third payer. I think many offices should follow this practice and learn a lesson from this sound business practice. Business decisions aside, I presented Monday to pay $350 up front for the opportunity to express myself.
It's like the giant pink elephant sitting in the lobby. Everybody knows what's going on, but apparently some people are quite embarrassed by it. I guess being in the medical profession, almost nothing embarrasses me. They offered me a back door exit from the building, as if I would be embarrassed at showing my face in public. How thoughtful.
It's a fertility clinic. How do you think the sample is produced? So I invited my wife to join me for a little romantic day in the clinic. They had videos. XXX Banging. Hot Chicks. Black Flavas.
I kid you not.
We'll needless to say, the rest is personal, but my boys came out to play. I was asked to show a photo ID. I told the lab lady, in an evil snicker voice, that I'm an identical twin. I think I spooked her. I certainly don't want Jim Bob's sample getting confused with mine.
So now I wait. Wait to see if my boys have been taking their vitamins. And we wait for my wife's appointments to play out. I shall keep you posted.
It just so happens, that my appointment to recheck the functionality of my boys also occurred around the same time. So we'll see if my hypothyroidism played any role from my end. Two days ago, I had the opportunity to "produce a sample" for the lab folks at the fertility clinic we have chosen. It's interesting to see how market economies work in health care. I pay up front their charge. They run it through my insurance, If I over pay, they carry a credit to apply to uncovered services I may use in their office. Since some, but not all, fertility services are covered by insurance plans, paying upfront as their policy allows many offices to stream line their collection. It also means they have their money upfront, not 60 days from now in a battle with a third payer. I think many offices should follow this practice and learn a lesson from this sound business practice. Business decisions aside, I presented Monday to pay $350 up front for the opportunity to express myself.
It's like the giant pink elephant sitting in the lobby. Everybody knows what's going on, but apparently some people are quite embarrassed by it. I guess being in the medical profession, almost nothing embarrasses me. They offered me a back door exit from the building, as if I would be embarrassed at showing my face in public. How thoughtful.
It's a fertility clinic. How do you think the sample is produced? So I invited my wife to join me for a little romantic day in the clinic. They had videos. XXX Banging. Hot Chicks. Black Flavas.
I kid you not.
We'll needless to say, the rest is personal, but my boys came out to play. I was asked to show a photo ID. I told the lab lady, in an evil snicker voice, that I'm an identical twin. I think I spooked her. I certainly don't want Jim Bob's sample getting confused with mine.
So now I wait. Wait to see if my boys have been taking their vitamins. And we wait for my wife's appointments to play out. I shall keep you posted.
Ummm, what's a flava?
ReplyDeleteI would Google "black flavas" but my isp would probably log it and I'm in enough trouble as it is. :)
AS a fellow (but female) infertility patient, I offer my condolences and support. It was a pretty depressing experience, but after 10 years and some medical miscues, my little "miracle" arrived. Yesterday she sent in her deposit to go to Georgia Tech.
ReplyDeleteHang in there; you WILL prevail.
bev MD
Good luck and I hope your "boys" produce an army of new doctors:)
ReplyDeleteIs calling your sperm boys like women calling their breast girls? I thought Seinfeld decreed that testicles were the boys.
ReplyDeleteHope you're not "all out of love" !
ReplyDeleteYou were waiting for that one, weren't you? ;)
I blame the berry juice.
ReplyDeleteJust kidding, good luck!
We went through all of that a few years ago.
ReplyDeleteGood luck. If you have any questions, let me know. Nothing like getting info from one who's been through it!
Hahahaha! Air Supply? I turn on the Barry or some seductive saxophone when it's time to get the lovin' on.
ReplyDeleteYou are very funny. I think you deffinately need to be on my blogroll.
Here's hoping for you both (and your boys...)
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