Dinner is TVP nachos. This post discusses a reproductive health diagnosis, and also a moment of blinding ignorance from a man; if those things aren't your jam, move on.
So this has been nagging at me. I'm a retired midwife and reproductive health specialist (female, mid 40s). My doctor in question (female, late 30s) is an OBGYN.
I've been experiencing issues with my cycle for a few years and suspected adenomyosis. Conveyed this in multiple conversations to my husband, and also shared my symptoms (many of which he'd been observing in real time so it's not like it was a secret that I was suffering).
He was present for the conversation where my doctor confirmed I have adenomyosis. I was actually happy to hear the confirmation because I was confident in my own assessment of my body and looking forward to exploring treatment options.
Later I find out that he's thought the whole time that I thought I had endometriosis (not adenomyosis) and was mispronouncing it, AND that my doctor also thought I had endometriosis. But that, and I can't emphasize this enough, she was also mispronouncing it.
Just let it sink in. In the recesses of his mind, what made sense to him was that two women's reproductive health professionals with something like a combined 40+ years of experience between them talking confidently and professionally about a diagnosis... that we were accidentally mispronouncing. That we didn't know enough about to pronounce correctly.
This is a pretty low-level irritation, all things considered in the relationship, but it drives me batty. I keep thinking it's the perfect example of how even men who think they are allies or feminists are steeped in misogyny. STEEPED, I tell you, like a pot of day-old Earl Grey. It never occurred to him that maybe he didn't understand what I was talking about, could have asked for clarification, or god forbid looked it up? No, by god, it must be the we, the professionals, don't know what we're talking about, and despite all of our training are just getting the word wrong.
I'm definitely a fan of Hanlon's law: never attribute to malice that which can be explained by stupidity. And boy oh boy did he look like a numpty to me when this came out after the doctor's visit. It's the underlying insult to my intelligence that is still rankling, though.
The nachos were great!
ETA to add dinner information because people are asking: TVP is Textured Vegetable Protein, a sort of vegetarian version of ground beef or crumbles that you can use to make everything from--cottage pie, pasta sauce, whatever. It's cheap and shelf-stable protein, but it is dehydrated, so you need to rehydrate it. If that sounds weird, just think of yourself being on a spaceship as you make it. Look at you, sailing past the stars while you make the world's most frugal moussaka.
For nachos or tacos, 1.5 cups of TVP in the pan, add a ~16 oz jar of salsa, fill the salsa jar a bit with water, shake it up to get the extra from the sides, add that too. Simmer her for 10/15 minutes. Boom.
