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    Warning! Post of a Graphic Nature!
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    Alright, it isn't that graphic, but if you don't want to know about the female doctoring needs of Jeni, please stop reading.

    Even though I have had terrible bleeding and pain issues since I was in high school, I never saw an ob-gyn until freshman year of college. At that time, I determined through divination (and the admonishment of the 8 girls with whom I lived) that a 19 day heavy period was not, in fact, normal. So I went to this RN recommended through student health services, and I was appalled. She was cold, harsh, uncaring, and rushed. She did not believe me when I said I was not sexually active, saying "Oh, come on. You're 18! You don't have to lie to me." She determined through palpation that I had ovarian cysts "about the size of two oranges", but still insisted I have a transvaginal ultrasound to "make sure." Thanks for that. After all this, she gave me The Patch and told me to buck up.

    That summer, I decided that the skin rashes caused by The Patch were causing unhappines in my life, so I looked for a doctor in L.A., where I was living. My sister recommended her ob-gyn through the difficult and complicated births of her two kids, as well as the cryoablation and emergency hysterectomy that followed. His name is Dr. Ian Taras, and I am not afraid to give it to you because he is a wonderful man. He treated me with nothing but kindness and patience, even taking the time to (gasp!) explain what he felt I should do and have done. I saw him several times, the last being right before getting married to Matt, when I asked for (and unembarassingly recieved) advice for a 21 year old virgin. I even emailed him a few times to ask about birth control and other issues, and he always responded promptly and kindly.

    But, since moving up to Spokane, I have not had a gyno exam. Dr. taras finally told me he couldn't keep extending my b.c., since I had no immediate plans to go down to L.A. and it had been 15 months since my last exam. Boo.

    I have seen two other female doctors here, and it has been the same as with that first terrible nurse.

    So now I have to find a doctor in Spokane. Since living here, I have had many experience with doctors (pyloric gastroparesis, kidney infection, toothpick in foot), and almost all of them have been terrible (rudeness, misdiagnosis, tons of unneccesary tests, etc.). Needless to say, I am not all that excited about finding a doctor to look at my girly bits. This problem is compounded by the fact that all of the girls my age are in college, and therefore know nada about where to find a doctor here. I just don't feel comfortable asking one of the old ladies at my church (or, worse, one of my profs) where she goes to get her hoo-ha examined.

    Any suggestions?

    *Sorry for the spelling error. Something about my computer won't let Word open right now.