A Doctor Who Listens? On NAR? Inconceivable!
When I was seventeen, my period suddenly completely stopped. I wasn’t sexually active, nor had I ever been, so the most obvious explanation went straight out the window. (I have since figured out that I am a sex-repulsed asexual, but that’s beside the point.)
My father and I called our family general practitioner’s office, and once we had convinced the assistant that no, there really was no way I was pregnant unless I was the second Virgin Mary, I got an appointment with the GP. I admit, I was rather nervous. It’s weird when a semi-regular, semi-reliable (I never had regular periods) bodily process just up and quits without warning.
The family GP was a calm, kind man who’d known my family for years, and he listened to me as I explained things before he started on a massive list of questions that, for some reason, only made me more and more nervous, which tends to make me snarky and flippant.
No, I really, REALLY wasn’t sexually active in any way. No, I had no other symptoms, no pain anywhere, or nausea, or weight gain, or weight loss, or whatever. No, I hadn’t suddenly started lactating. ([GP] was trying to figure out if maybe I was experiencing pseudocyesis, aka a false pregnancy). When he ran out of questions to ask regarding symptoms, he started asking questions about what my baseline used to be — what my periods used to be like when I still had them. Once we’d established that they were irregular, long, and heavy, he asked me the following.
GP: “And when you are having your period, do you have any other symptoms besides bleeding? Like abdominal pain or being more emotional?”
Me: *With a sarcastic grin* “Got half an hour? The whole shebang! Abdominal pain, back pain, headaches, nausea, sore breasts, ‘being more emotional’ to the point that I’m either crying all the time or really angry, mood swings, zits everywhere, fatigue… You name it, I’ve got it!”
I did say nerves make me snarky.
GP: *With a sympathetic smile* “Are you sure you want it back?”
That actually got a laugh out of me and brought the nervousness down a bit. After a moment, I came up with an answer.
Me: “Well, no, not really, but not having it can’t be good, either, right? So I would like to know what’s going on.”
GP: “That makes two of us. Now, have you been experiencing any of these symptoms lately? As if you’re on your period, but without the blood?”
And so on, and so forth, question after question, most answered with no. But the ice was broken and I was calmer about all of it.
[GP] ended up referring me for a battery of tests, and when none of those turned anything up, to a gynaecologist. After even more tests that made me realise how vulnerable a woman’s fertility really is, we finally landed, mostly through a process of elimination, on PCOS — which is decidedly NOT fun but has been manageable so far. My period returned after about two years, stuck around for a while after that, decided to take another hiatus of three years this time, and has recently decided to show up again — as I said, not fun, but manageable.
I still remember that joke [GP] made, though. It really took the sting out of a scary moment. Reading a lot of horror stories on this site made me realise I was very lucky to have a GP that actually listened to me. I was sorry to switch GPs when I moved to a different city.