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I have just made the receptionist at my gynecologist's office uncomfortable by explaining in detail why I need to re-up my birth control. My dude, if you don't want to hear about this sort of thing, why are you working for a gynecologist?
And like, this was not "Seanan is graphic for graphic's sake," this is, "his job says he needs to ask, and I am grumpy enough about the whole situation to not hem and haw and fuck around."
I should not feel faintly shamed by the behavior of a reproductive system I never asked for when I call my GYNECOLOGIST.
Since people keep coming up with reasons for the receptionist to ask for more information: I was fine with that. I was not fine with him, when I said "I am on birth control to keep me from bleeding to death from the uterus," responding with an audible "ew."
Like, my dude. My. Dude. Half the population has a uterus. They are not as well-understood as they ought to be, because mostly they get studied in their role as 3-D baby printers. I am not printing a baby, so my uterus is trying, for MYSTERY REASONS, to bleed me dry.
You work at a gynecologist. "I am having unusually heavy bleeding, not painful, resulting in loss of consciousness, dizziness, and ruining my pants," should not be "ew" territory.
