The downside of sharing your intimate thoughts with the world
When I started writing this internet-based public journal, I assumed the downside would be that no one would ever read my thoughts and I’d feel pathetic in an all new way. But no! I was gathered into the warm embrace of the blogosphere and do indeed feel less alone on my journey. But an unexpected consequence of connecting with virtual people (okay, I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt and assume you’re real people) who virtually share various aspects of my situation is that I’ve become less tolerant of real world people not understanding these things I think about all the damn time.
Example 1: before yesterday’s coffee I stopped by LP1’s office and told her I would probably be unable to hang out with her pretty soon, and that she ought not take it personally. I tried to take Jen’s advice about precise messaging and not get too complicated about it. She seemed glad I brought it up and was all I totally understand blah blah blah. Then she said, If you ever need someone to go with you to appointments, I’d be happy to. Uh. NOT SO MUCH, PREGNANT LADY. I mean, yes, totally sweet to offer, but did you not just hear me say I don’t want to be around you? Can you even fathom what it would be like to go to an appointment about, say, your perpetually empty uterus with a PREGNANT lady? No, of course she can’t.
Example 2: At yesterday’s coffee I told all the LPs about my laparoscopy and one of them said, Can’t they do embryo implantation? I was a bit confused. Like, what, in the middle of examining my ovaries they’re going to stick an embryo in there? Where did they get this embryo? And where, exactly, are they going to put it? Down the fallopian tube? And how exactly will they get it to implant? And why haven’t they shared this Magic Technology with the whole world? I mean, Laparoscopic Embryo Implantation ought to sell like hotcakes! I was confused because, you see, this LP is a neonatologist. I know neonatology is not reproductive endocrinology, but this person is a fucking DOCTOR! So for a moment I figured I’d just missed something. But no, this was just a typical ignorant query from an unexpected source.
In short, you people have spoiled me for the real world. Thanks a lot.