Well, wasn't that nice
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muck_a_luckSo. As you may recall, my appointment on Thursday got cancelled. AFTER it made me late to work. But you can hardly get mad at an OB/GYN for needing to conduct an emergency delivery.
Today, 4pm, the rescheduled appointment.
I was running right on schedule until I went to the wrong medical office building. *sigh* So I tromp in at 4pm *on the nose* and fill out my paperwork after I get there, which kind of means I'm, like five minutes late. They took the person with the 4:10 appointment ahead of me.
I wait for a reasonable amount of time and they call me at 4:15 or so to be weighed in (22 pounds lighter than last year, go me!) and have my blood-pressure checked. Then the nurse takes me back to an exam room, tells me to strip off, put the gown on with the opening in front, the big piece of paper is to go over your lap. Bye.
Now, at this point in the visit, boys, if you are not aware, one hopes to see the doctor very soon.
I was fairly annoyed at how freakin cold it was in there. I mean, for a place where they know *by defalut* that *every single patient* will be naked the whole time, you would think they would keep it a comfortable temperature for nudity. But no.
Ironically, I expect it is actually *more* comfortable there in the winter, when they are probably keeping the building a sane, warm temperature instead of trying to give all the building inhabitants frostbite. (Me? Bitter? No!)
Anyway, at this point, one is sitting all nekkid and cold and whatnot ON THE FREAKIN exam table - not a comfortable chair, LIKE IN THE WAITING AREA - not with a lovely issue of Bon Apetitit, as you were reading IN THE WAITING AREA - nope. On the exam table waiting to be examined.
At this point I should comment that I am a key part of how my father-in-law is planning to get to the airport today. For once, I am actually on a deadline. I'm never on a deadline. I always plan for a visit to the doctor to take insanely long. But today I thought, hey! I'm an established patient! They already cancelled once! My period's about to start! If I reschedule, I'll have to put this off a whole month. Might as well get it over with, despite the fact that I know it's inconvenient.
So, of course, I sit in there for 25 mintues, getting more and more peeved, til I finally hop off the table, and walk out into the hall barefoot, in the gown that opens in front. I was so mad by that time I figured if there was anybody out there in the hallway that didn't want to see me, it was their own damn fault.
I asked an alarmed nurse exactly how much longer it was going to be. She muttered, somewhat shamefacedly, that it was going to be *at least* another ten mintues.
Which means the doctor was running a minimum of 50 minutes late and that they nurses were planning to let me sit my nekkid, bored, cold butt in there on the exam table for well over half an hour without suggesting that, hey! The doc's running 50 mintues behind schedule, why don't you get dressed, come back out here to the civilized waiting room, read a magazine, and we'll give you five minutes' warning when you need to be nekkid again?
I stood there in the hall, in my gown that opens in front, trying very hard not to grit my teeth and honestly, truly, glaring at nothing and everything. Usually, I kid when I say I'm glaring. Not this time, chica.
I stomp back to my exam room, SLAM the door behind me (not deliberately, though), dress in less than a minute, and stomp back out to the receptionist.
"I don't have time for to wait for you to be 59 mintues late today," I sneered. "Let's try to schedule this for another time. And I want a note given to the doctor that I need my prenatal vitamins refilled, they're about to run out."
"When would you like to be seen?"
"I don't know. We're going to have to wait a month now, my period's about to start."
"So you think it's going to start by Wednesday? You could see Dr. Adams on Wednesday."
How the fuck do I know?! "YES! I will have my period by Wednesday..."
A nurse came out with a 21 day supply of vitamins and promised to mail me the renewal scrip.
They put me on a day when I would be the first appointment with Dr. Adams after lunch, so that I would not have to wait.
I growled ungraciously something about how I had to get someone to the airport.
Three nurses, poor things, were falling over themselves to try to make me happier about the situation, so I tried to quit glaring. Unsuccessfully.
Now I have exactly a month to decide if I'm going to go back to this practice or tell them to go sit and spin. I really didn't much care for the doctor I saw last year. They cancelled on me unexpectedly. And today the experience could hardly have been less pleasant, though I offer grudging kudos to the nurses once they realized I was pissed. I realize that they must be a busy OB practice. Today's problem was that they were down a doc at that location due to a baby being born. But for crying out loud! There are six doctors in the practice. They KNOW that babies are going to get born. It's the whole reason they are in business. Can't they do just a LITTLE better on their office coverage for patients who are not, actually, in labor. The only thing really keeping me with them is knowing how annoying it is to do the new patient thing.
Grrrrrrr.
Today, 4pm, the rescheduled appointment.
I was running right on schedule until I went to the wrong medical office building. *sigh* So I tromp in at 4pm *on the nose* and fill out my paperwork after I get there, which kind of means I'm, like five minutes late. They took the person with the 4:10 appointment ahead of me.
I wait for a reasonable amount of time and they call me at 4:15 or so to be weighed in (22 pounds lighter than last year, go me!) and have my blood-pressure checked. Then the nurse takes me back to an exam room, tells me to strip off, put the gown on with the opening in front, the big piece of paper is to go over your lap. Bye.
Now, at this point in the visit, boys, if you are not aware, one hopes to see the doctor very soon.
I was fairly annoyed at how freakin cold it was in there. I mean, for a place where they know *by defalut* that *every single patient* will be naked the whole time, you would think they would keep it a comfortable temperature for nudity. But no.
Ironically, I expect it is actually *more* comfortable there in the winter, when they are probably keeping the building a sane, warm temperature instead of trying to give all the building inhabitants frostbite. (Me? Bitter? No!)
Anyway, at this point, one is sitting all nekkid and cold and whatnot ON THE FREAKIN exam table - not a comfortable chair, LIKE IN THE WAITING AREA - not with a lovely issue of Bon Apetitit, as you were reading IN THE WAITING AREA - nope. On the exam table waiting to be examined.
At this point I should comment that I am a key part of how my father-in-law is planning to get to the airport today. For once, I am actually on a deadline. I'm never on a deadline. I always plan for a visit to the doctor to take insanely long. But today I thought, hey! I'm an established patient! They already cancelled once! My period's about to start! If I reschedule, I'll have to put this off a whole month. Might as well get it over with, despite the fact that I know it's inconvenient.
So, of course, I sit in there for 25 mintues, getting more and more peeved, til I finally hop off the table, and walk out into the hall barefoot, in the gown that opens in front. I was so mad by that time I figured if there was anybody out there in the hallway that didn't want to see me, it was their own damn fault.
I asked an alarmed nurse exactly how much longer it was going to be. She muttered, somewhat shamefacedly, that it was going to be *at least* another ten mintues.
Which means the doctor was running a minimum of 50 minutes late and that they nurses were planning to let me sit my nekkid, bored, cold butt in there on the exam table for well over half an hour without suggesting that, hey! The doc's running 50 mintues behind schedule, why don't you get dressed, come back out here to the civilized waiting room, read a magazine, and we'll give you five minutes' warning when you need to be nekkid again?
I stood there in the hall, in my gown that opens in front, trying very hard not to grit my teeth and honestly, truly, glaring at nothing and everything. Usually, I kid when I say I'm glaring. Not this time, chica.
I stomp back to my exam room, SLAM the door behind me (not deliberately, though), dress in less than a minute, and stomp back out to the receptionist.
"I don't have time for to wait for you to be 59 mintues late today," I sneered. "Let's try to schedule this for another time. And I want a note given to the doctor that I need my prenatal vitamins refilled, they're about to run out."
"When would you like to be seen?"
"I don't know. We're going to have to wait a month now, my period's about to start."
"So you think it's going to start by Wednesday? You could see Dr. Adams on Wednesday."
How the fuck do I know?! "YES! I will have my period by Wednesday..."
A nurse came out with a 21 day supply of vitamins and promised to mail me the renewal scrip.
They put me on a day when I would be the first appointment with Dr. Adams after lunch, so that I would not have to wait.
I growled ungraciously something about how I had to get someone to the airport.
Three nurses, poor things, were falling over themselves to try to make me happier about the situation, so I tried to quit glaring. Unsuccessfully.
Now I have exactly a month to decide if I'm going to go back to this practice or tell them to go sit and spin. I really didn't much care for the doctor I saw last year. They cancelled on me unexpectedly. And today the experience could hardly have been less pleasant, though I offer grudging kudos to the nurses once they realized I was pissed. I realize that they must be a busy OB practice. Today's problem was that they were down a doc at that location due to a baby being born. But for crying out loud! There are six doctors in the practice. They KNOW that babies are going to get born. It's the whole reason they are in business. Can't they do just a LITTLE better on their office coverage for patients who are not, actually, in labor. The only thing really keeping me with them is knowing how annoying it is to do the new patient thing.
Grrrrrrr.
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Date: 2005-08-09 02:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-09 03:26 pm (UTC)If the second times crappy, dump 'em! >)
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Date: 2005-08-09 03:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-09 09:36 pm (UTC)DUMP THEM!
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Date: 2005-08-15 01:51 pm (UTC)The other thing that jumped out at me from this was "Prenatal vitamins".
Is there something you wanna tell us????
Prenatal Vitamins
Date: 2005-08-15 01:59 pm (UTC)So, no, nothing to tell. Just a side effect of the birth control we use...