I read this story and was already dreading the ending because I am a person with a uterus.
I was recently diagnosed with Lupus because of a work injury, so I currently have three doctors: a specialist, my primary doctor, and my worker’s comp doctor.
I had to get my arm X-rayed.
Nurse: “When did you have your last period?”
Me: “[Date about three weeks prior]. My next one is due in five days.”
The app on my phone is a lifesaver.
Nurse: “Any chance you got a baby going on in there?”
She’s always funny; I love it when she does my intake.
Me: “None. Yes, I am sexually active, but our birth control is one hundred percent effective. I’m addicted to lesbianism.”
Not a bad outcome. [Specialist] wanted full-body X-rays to see the deterioration of my joints — fun times.
X-Ray Tech: “Any chance you may be pregnant?”
Me: “My girlfriend loves to try, but we have found that we can’t make one.”
Yes, I know, don’t be rude to medical staff, but I have heard that question fifty million times. Mentioning [Girlfriend] usually shuts down the follow-up, and I’ve gotten sarcastic over the years.
X-Ray Tech: “Right on. Let’s get these pictures and get you home to the girlfriend. Is she pretty?”
Me: “Very, and my best friend.”
And then comes the bad one — the one that every uterus owner dreads. I needed antibiotics because of an infection unrelated to everything else.
Doctor: “When was the first date of your last period?”
Me: “[Second week of December].”
Doctor: “It’s January.”
Me: “I know. My app says I can start any day now.”
Doctor: “It’s been twenty-five days. You’re probably pregnant.”
Me: “There are a couple of issues I take with your statement. It’s been twenty-three days; these little numbers tell me that. Since I started at eleven years old, my cycle has been twenty-five days. My girlfriend’s is twenty-eight days, and I have a friend who has a regular medically checked-out forty-day cycle. Second, I’m not able to get pregnant because I live with, sleep with, raise a cat with, and have sex with another uterus owner.”
I’m non-binary; we use trans-inclusive language.
Doctor: “Do you use condoms?”
Me: “…On the toys, to make clean-up easier.”
Doctor: “And you’re not on hormonal birth control, so you’re probably pregnant. You should take a test before you start antibiotics.”
Me: “[Doctor], my partner is a girl. I don’t have a medical degree, but I do know how babies are made. You need, at the very least, sperm. I have not had sex with or even kissed someone who makes sperm since 2018. I have hugged a few, but all our clothes stayed on. I have not gone to a sperm bank or in any other way had sperm near me since 2013. I am not pregnant.”
She flat-out refused to give me the script. I flat-out refused to leave without a second opinion.
The second doctor took my no and the girlfriend thing as proof that I was not pregnant and gave me the script.
Reasonable Doctor: “Not like it matters much; we’re giving you low-grade antibiotics that are perfectly safe for pregnant people.”
The infection is gone, and my period started the day after that whole interaction. Turns out I am not pregnant. Who knew?
Related:
Cause For Pregnant Pause, Part 18
Cause For Pregnant Pause, Part 17
Cause For Pregnant Pause, Part 16
Cause For Pregnant Pause, Part 15
They Don’t Always C When They’re Sticking To The Script