I'm back. DH came home and dropped me off and cared for DD.
What a colossal waste of time. They were nice but nothing much happened. They ruled out all the serious stuff (which I was not worried about) but did NOTHING to help with the bleeding (which I
was worried about).
Basically, I can ignore the fact that I will have a garbage bag full of ruined clothing by the time this is over and the fact I wake up in pools of blood. No biggie.

I actually bled through the chux pad, thru the paper onto the exam table. I eventually put down 3 pads. I had to clean the floor after myself. I was really bleeding.
They didn't seem to know what PCOS was--which is not the first time. Only I'm in a large urban area with lots of medical super star systems so???

I had to explain PCOS to the doc (he may have known of it though at least) and the nurses (who had no idea).
Then I had to explain my diet because I was admonished for low carbing (which is actually recommended for both PCOS and people on prednisone).
The good news, I'm hanging on to my red blood cells by some miracle I don't understand. They haven't dropped further. Maybe the 2 iron pills I've been taking daily.
They gave me some IV fluids which actually helped even though I wasn't dehydrated???? This makes no sense to me.
The feeling like I'm passing out is probably because the prednisone taper is not going well (I finally thought of this today and asked the ER doc about it but he wasn't really sure. Since feeling like a nacorleptic=Cushings for me...I think I make be headed for Cushings again. I had to fight to stay awake until around 3pm today) I called my other doc and left a message about that.
Basically they didn't know what to do with me. They didn't know PCOS. And I should've just waited it out and gotten the progesterone prescription and saved everyone, including my family, a lot of wasted time.

So I'm fine but still bleeding to death and likely my adrenal glands aren't kicking back on.
V