Never Leave a Naked Girl Waiting.

One thing I can’t stand is to do my part in something only to have the other party not hold up there end of the deal.  Sometimes I can let it slide, but not when I am naked.

After tons of phone tag and many flips through the calendar, I was able to procure an appointment with my elusive OBGYN.  Let’s be real, I am sure this is not the fave of all of our womanly obligations, but something that must be done.  I want to state now how unfair it is that women must go through such torture while men get to slide through life until mid life before they are violated.  Anyway, I almost cancelled this appointment, but since I had already cancelled a previous one and it was fast approaching 2 years since my annual, I decided to keep it.  Even though, I had both kids with me and had to call in reinforcements at the last minute.  My mom was gracious enough to meet me at the dr’s office and watch my demon spawns while I point my heels toward Jesus and think of handbags.

I totally understand that drs get backed up and emergencies happen, but I am not understanding when I am left in a small room, staring at 4 walls while I am BUCK ASS NAKED.  That is something I will not stand, nor sit, nor lay down for.  As the time ticked by, my rage became more intense.  The positive by product of all that was that I was kept warm and toasty while a breeze drifted frequently across my bare ass.  When did they decide that half gowns and a drape across our lap  was enough to feel comfortable?  I, for one, was not happy when I picked up what I thought was a folded paper gown and shook it to discover that that was all she wrote.  I waited and waited and waited.  The only thing to interrupt my solitude was Sam’s screams coming from the waiting room.  I just knew he was getting restless and that if the dr would just hurry the hell up we could be out of their hair. 

At 430pm (my appointment was for 330pm and half of that time was spent in the exam room, NAKED!), I had enough, got dressed and walked my very angry self out of the office.  Is it so hard for someone to pop their head in and keep me notified that they remember I was in there and the dr would see me sometime this century?  That is my biggest pet peeve.  If people would just keep others notified of what is going on, many wouldn’t get angry for whatever reason.  When we are left alone, we have time to formulate many reasons as to why we have been left alone and naked.  And the casual conversations that were heard outside my door was not helpful at all at keeping me calm.

I was surprised when I didn’t find my mom and the kids in the waiting room.  I had hoped that mom took them downstairs to run off some steam.  I was half right.  My mom met me at the elevator, on her way back up.  I informed my mom that this was a total waste of my time and let the whole lobby know that I was done with this dr.  I should have been done with her on my first visit, and my subsequent visits,  where she hounded me to have my tubes tied.  But seeing that this was 3 months after a major storm had blown my regular dr to GA and I needed to find some place to give birth to my son, I stayed.  I am pissed to this day, but whatcha gonna do?  On the way to the parking lot my mother informed me that they were asked to leave the waiting room, because Sam had become rowdy.  Excuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuse me?!  Maybe if I was seen at my appointment time, or shortly after, Sam would have been better behaved.  It pissed me off more, because Sam is the reason that dr got a big payday. 

I stewed in the car on the way home.  I wanted to call the dr so bad and ream her for my treatment, but I talked to the Office Manager instead.  Considering the hospital had overcharged me for Sam’s birth by $3000 , which the dr’s office caught when transferring files to their new computer system 2 years later, I wanted to make sure I, nor my insurance, was billed for the visit.  The Office Manager informed me that the other dr had asked my mom and the kids to leave, because he couldn’t take his phone call.  Well, I don’t know why he wasn’t in his office, but maybe he should talk to his wife (my dr) about attending to her patients instead of whatever else she was doing.

I understand that some will tell me that the dr has other patients, I should have left my kids with someone, blah, blah.  Well, all I can say is that I keep hearing that the medical industry is treated like a business, so I decided I will treat it like I would any other service driven business and take mine elsewhere.  There is a reason I drove way across the river into Orleans Parish to see my other dr.  He was great, even though he had big hands, understanding, generally cared for his patients and KEPT HIS DAMN APPOINTMENTS, even when he had an emergency.  You were either asked if you wanted to reschedule or wait, but at least they let you know what the HELL WAS GOING ON, instead of leaving you naked, alone and pissed in the exam room.

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