I spent some of my morning making phone calls. One call was to the fry doctor demanding premarin cream. Okay, you all know me, and I was very nice about it. His nurse was nice too, she repeated back to me what my concerns were and emailed the doctor (he's at another center today). The doctor called me back, we chatted for a few minutes about the issues, and he sent a prescription for premarin cream to my pharmacy. It was kind of bizarre, actually, because I swear the nurse was more cranky about this last week. Maybe she was just having an off day, or just wasn't prepared for me to get snippy with her. Who the heck knows. Anyway, my vagina and I are happy this didn't turn into some epic battle for estrogen cream.
I also called my surgeon. Originally, the fry doctor offered to get the appointment set up and contacted the surgeon's people. The surgeon's people said they would schedule something in 2-4 weeks (this was around Nov 11th). The nurse said she could call again, and I said I would go ahead and call. So I left a message and hopefully they'll get back to me today. It would be nice to pin down a surgery date so I can start freaking out properly. Hah.
And the best phone call of all was some awesomely good news from my mom. Yay for good news!!!
My to do list is calling. I never thought I would be thankful to be able to accomplish things on a to do list, but I sure am.