ethernight
livid
August 14th, 2003 02:42 pm
So, my gyn appointment is at 1:30. I show up, sign in, and wait.

And wait.

And wait.

And wait.

Finally, I go up and ask the lady up front, "Excuse me, is Dr. Lee with a patient?"
"No, he is not here yet."
"... Where is he then?"
"Oh, he does not come in until all of his patients have been preped by the nurse."
"... Okaaaaaay... And how many people are on that list?"
"Nine."
"And what number am I?"
"Seven."

I imagine cattle, all lined up in their stalls. The farmer goes by each stall. Check. Check. Check.

Um... no.

See, this highlights what I hate about doctors. Not all of them - I've been happy with my new doctor. But some doctors have this attitude that their time is vastly more important than yours. No, it's not even that. You don't *have* time in their minds. Because you are not a person. You are just a name, on a list, to be checked off.

There is NO WAY I'm being seen by someone who treats their patients with such disrespect.

I work very hard at keeping my voice under control while I express my feelings of disgust to the girl at the front desk. We go back and forth for awhile, discussing my options. She finally mentions that my normal doctor can give me a gyn exam, perscribe birth control, etc.

So I've got an appointment for Monday. My birth control runs out Sunday - the whole reason for this fiasco in the first place. It's cutting it way too close for comfort, and I haven't decided what I'm going to do. I could probably do the planned parenthood thing. But I think I make too much money for it to be cheap, and I don't think they take insurance. So... we'll see.

I'll be giving my doctor a piece of my mind though on Monday, I'll tell you that much.

I can't believe that I wasted over an hour of my day today on this bullshit.
mood: angryangry
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