The evilness of the OB continues
I guess it shouldn't have been as any surprise to me, that I would have to see the woman I so dislike. Even though my nurse assured me that I would only need to deal with her. That we had to go over my blood test results, and draw more blood. It had also been 2 months since my last appointment. I did need to see *somebody*. Unfortunately, because my insurance bites the big one.. my network is limited.
So I had been slacking in finding a new doc, which I guess will teach me. My nurse also said they might do an ultrasound this appointment, so that was enough for me. Which never happened.
One of the highlights to the appointment was hearing my little peanuts heartbeat for all of two seconds (I sure hope that was it!), and finding out I had only gained 4 pounds in 2 months. So about 2 pounds a month. Not too shabby.
Now to the bad part of the visit
I was quiet fooled when the doctor walked in with a smile on her face. Perhaps she had forgotten her evilness afterall? I was doing nothing more than talking on my cellphone.. or perhaps, it was the pretty skinny woman I brought with me *whistles*. So it was no surprise when I didnt get the "how are you/how are you feeling?"
more along the lines of 'get on the table, and pull your pants down."
I wish when she did that, she would have told me what she was doing. She pushed her fingers very hard into my pelvic bone. When I giggled because it hurt (nervous giggling.. it happens to me at the strangest times) my friend ask me if it was a funny laugh, or a painful. When I announced painful, the doctor stuck up her nose and said.. "I am barely touching you! this is just my finger! This is just pressure!"
I rolled my eyes. I didn't want her to do the belly doppler so soon, because she knew *I* was waiting for my husband. Instead, she put the doppler to my stomach, pressing really very hard. We caught it for a milasecond, then she caught something that briefly sounded like my babys heart for a couple of more. only that before she pulled it away.
When I asked her if it sounded strong, she responded.. "we don't do that here. It is only for you to listen." Gee, thanks. When I told her I could bearly hear it, she said.."well, you have to remember. We are trying to hear through layers and layers.. of your.. "tissue"." She smirked, and walked out. '
I wanted to hit her so bad!
She is not a skinny priss herself!
My husband arrived right after that. Just in time for the nurse to grab him, and stick him with a needle. To see what his blood type is. If it's negative, I do not have to get the rhogram shot.. which is fine by me. Plus, it would be helpful for the future to know what blood type he is anyway.
The nurse had me schedule my big ultrasound for the 19th. "If you are lucky, you can have a VHS tape.. and they will let you tape 20 seconds of it."
Could I put up with it to see my baby on screen for an hour?
Sure. But I shouldnt have to. And I am not going to either. As of today, I am calling 1800 doctors to see if I can't find another doctor closer to home, that is open on weekends. No woman should be afraid to talk to her doctor, be afraid of ridicule.. or want only her nurse to touch her.
I think I am going to write a nice letter to the doc, explaining why she is "fired".
by the way. My blood results were *fine*.
Edit: I now have an appointment with a new Doctor on the 31st. Her name is Amy Hoffman, and she delievers at Illinois Masonic (which is closer to the house!). Which I feel lucky for, since my Hoffman is the name of the place I grew up.. where I have good memories. And my madien name was Mason.
So hopefully this proves for good ju-ju.
If not, I am going to try to switch to Kristi's doctor.. Hopefully if the first doesn't work now, one of the people down there will take me on.