The annoying innocence of youth
So I finally went to my GP's office today to see if this abhorrent sore throat and cough might respond to some antibiotics. My doctor was out (sick, of course) but her PA was available--young, sweet, earnest and, apparently, totally unfamiliar with the basics of human reproduction.
Let me back up for a second. This afternoon, I finally got my beta from Tuesday: 35. At something like 20 DPO. So, clearly and obviously not viable, as expected. End of story. When Perky PA asked me why I hadn't been taking anything stronger than Tylenol, I mentioned that I had been pregnant but that it was about to end. Clearly confused, she asked how I knew, so I mentioned the hCG number and the DPO and figured that would give her the full picture.
But...no. Instead, she insisted, despite my repeated protestations, on prescribing only Class B antibiotics for the raging bronchial infection and strep-type throat hamburger that is nearly precluding me from swallowing. Because, she said, You never know!
Except, of course, that I do.