First visit to Pittsburgh

First of all no offense to any Pittsburghers, but I hate your city. HATE it. I can't stand the traffic, and the layout of the streets, and the SMELL. Ugh.
Oh and I hate your football, baseball, and hockey teams too.

The drive was not fun for me, but thank God for the verizon navigator on Phil's phone.

We make it to the West Penn hospital to see my specialist about 45 minutes early! I was pleased about that. The office was not that hard to find, and the front desk staff was friendly.

I was told that the day I was there was usually the doctor's OR day, and he was coming in to see a handful of patients in between OR times. A nurse took me back to a room...and very kindly offered Phil and I use of the bathroom, since we'd been driving for 2 hrs! Then she took my vitals, and said the doctor would be in "shortly".

"Shortly" in Pittsburgh must mean an hour and a half. I could hear the doctor in the hallway, laughing and joking with everyone, while we sat in an exam room and waited. I was getting a bit irritated. I understand that docs are busy, but over an hour??? I finally opened up the door and stood in the door way, and flagged down a nurse and asked her if they'd forgotten about me.
5 minutes later the PA comes in, to take my history. Another 15 minutes and the doc himself comes in. Nice guy, don't get me wrong. He decides he needs to do an internal, and he also wants an internal sonogram and blood work to rule out cancer. At this point, I have become used to all kinds of strange people looking in my vagina and sticking things in there.

He tells me after my sono I am free to go home, and to call them in a week to talk about the results.

I call and talk to the PA, she said they confirmed my doctors diagnosis of the uterus didelphys, and she tells me my blood work is fine. She said that the doctor wanted to talk to me, and would call me himself within the next 2-3 days.
He actually did! I was floored.

He tells me that he believes surgery is the only way to resolve my pain issue. BUT, he doesn't want to do the surgery. He tells me that the "abnormality" can lead to fertility problems, and because my fertility might be compromised, he was afraid that he might adversely affect what I have left. He refers to me another doctor.
A Reproductive Endocrinologist.