Sunday, February 22, 2026

Finding a New Doctor

Another hard part of moving is finding new doctors. It feels hard even though I have health insurance through my new job. (If you recall, that was a big reason why I had to move so quickly. I was losing my affordable coverage in 2026.) 

In a way, it's easy enough. I look at my health insurance card, go to the website, and find doctors that are in network and accepting new patients. 

In another way, it's daunting and overwhelming. Personally, I am tired of websites, logins, new accounts, and patient portals. I am tired and don't know how to find a doctor and/or practice that I'm going to like and where I will feel comfortable. I don't know anyone. I'm new here.

I knew I was dreading it because "find new doctors" stayed on my To Do list for three months. 

But I'm chipping away at this whole change-my-job/address/life thing AGAIN and I will get it all done AGAIN and actually, except for unpacking (which may or may not happen in this rental house), I am quite close to the end.

Including finding new doctors. I went to a new gynecologist on Friday. I'm establishing care with a primary care physician next month, and I'm finally getting my eyes checked next month too. Now I only need to find a dentist and a dermatologist. Soon I will have assembled a new team for my healthcare. I'm thinking about looking for a counselor and/or a massage therapist and/or an acupuncturist too. We'll see. Every service, although worth it, costs time and money.

So. I went to a new gynecologist on Friday. To say I was nervous is an understatement. I surprised myself by bursting into tears on my way to the appointment. Luckily, I wasn't driving so it was safe to cry. I admitted out loud that I was scared but I was going anyway.

Then I had the best experience. Really. I really did.

The front desk women were nice. The waiting area was well lit and clean. The medical assistant who took me to my exam room was calming and friendly. The new doctor was wonderful. And the woman at the check-out desk was hilarious. I appreciated the whole experience.

Did I mention they use nitrous?

FINALLY. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. I've been saying this for years. Every gynecologist should have nitrous. I get nitrous to ease my nerves when I have my dental cleanings. Why wouldn't I get nitrous to ease my nerves during my annual well woman exam?? It's a no brainer. Except it's not standard practice. But maybe things are changing. Because let me tell you, that nitrous changed the entire experience from nerve wracking and painful to NOT nerve wracking and painful. Huh. How humane.

So that was good. But damn, I was tired after that experience. Completely wiped out for the day.

I needed to tell her about my oophorectomy 20 years ago; my experiences with trying to conceive, infertility, and failed fertility treatments; my divorce; my abnormal lab results in the past and all of the procedures I've had to explore them with dates; my recent move; and my new body and hormonal changes. Fun! 

Oh and THEN I had the physical exam. Sometimes the fun just doesn't seem to end.

So yeah, I don't usually tell people all of the worst things of my life right when I meet them, but when I do, I make sure I'm thorough. It was a lot at once, but it was all my relevant history.

She was nice. She listened. She answered my questions. I felt lucky for finding a great new doctor and practice. Having that first appointment over with is a huge weight off of my shoulders.

One of the reasons I picked that practice was because they had the word "infertility" on their website when no one else did. But let's be real, the main reason I picked them is because they offer nitrous for procedures. But it turned out, it's also a great practice full of friendly people. Amen to that. I wish for good experiences and care for all of us.


Another good sign!
My new doctor had this classic poster hanging on the ceiling above the exam chair.
Hilarious.


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