Doctors. Can’t live with them, can’t, well. You get the idea. Since having A, my whole perspective of the health-care industry (especially doctors) has changed. I used to be one of those “the doctor is always right, any doctor will do,” laissez faire types. You know, the person who always went to a nearby medi-clinic, and barely ever the same one twice. The person who never even thought to book important appointments ahead of time. The person who waltzed in to the clinic expecting an appointment RIGHTNOW only to be surprised at the receptionist’s eye-roll and droll “it will be 2 hours before the doctor can see you.” And the person who took it as a personal insult when the 2 hours turned into 3. Yes, that was me.
However, as soon as I became pregnant with A, I knew this feather-in-the-wind attitude towards my healthcare had to change. And it did. I got online to BC’s “Find a Physician” website and searched for a family practitioner that was accepting patients. My criteria was that I wanted someone fairly young (as I thought they would be open to new ideas and research, and that they would still have that ‘passion’ for medical care that comes with those starting out in their careers), and someone fairly close by (within walking distance or a quick bus ride).
I thought I found the perfect fit. She graduated from UBC in 2003 (so I guessed on the younger side), and her office was a 10 minute bus ride away. I made an appointment with her to do an intake. My first impression: kind of cool, nice, but a bit brisk. She told me that she could be my family doctor, but she did not see maternity patients. Ok, fine. She referred me to a maternity clinic at the BC Women’s Hospital, and sent me on my way.
After my first set of blood-work was ordered, my family doctor’s office called me to make an appointment because my doctor wanted to discuss my blood-work. I did, even though I knew the blood-work would be examined by the maternity doctor as well. However, when I saw the doctor, she looked at me with a blank face, and asked me what I was there for. I kind of gave her the side-eye, and said, “well you called me in, so I don’t know.” It ended up being just an iron deficiency, and she said that it didn’t matter since I was taking prenatal vitamins anyway. WTF???
Now, I’m no expert. But it seems to me that if a clinic calls YOU in to make an appointment, your doctor should probably know enough to look at your charts or whatever it is they do ahead of time. I’m sure on my charts it would have said something along the lines of “Called Jenny re: blood-work” and “pregnant” and “referred to maternity clinic”–SOMETHING. Really, there should be good enough reason to force someone to crate their growing pregnant ass and belly–on the bus even–to the clinic for an appointment. An appointment that was scheduled for 5 but actually started at 5:30. I was pretty pissed to say the least.
So, you might think that I, like any reasonable, at least somewhat intelligent person would do, might take my newborn son elsewhere for healthcare. Somewhere practical maybe. Somewhere that didn’t make silly, unnecessary appointments. Nope. Not me. Since I had never been that great at finding healthcare services for myself, I thought that this was normal. So, I asked the clinic if my doctor would take on my son, but apparently she was going away or something and they told me that they had a new young male doctor who was taking patients. Great! Sign me up!
Now, I don’t need to get into the details of A’s lack of weight gain, as I already dug into that topic here. However I will reiterate (sorry) and add on a few points:
– He took my word for it that A was constipated rather than doing his doctor tricks to discover the cause of A’s discomfort (hello weight scale and questions about consistency of the poop, are you there? knock knock)
– When I went on Dom Peridone to increase my breast-milk supply, I asked him how many a day and he kind of looked confused, then said “let me google that for you.” I then warily asked him for how long I should be on the pills once my milk came in, and he kind of shrugged his shoulders and said, “I guess a week.” Needless to say I asked the pharmacist, and she told me that I would have to be on the pills for as long as I continued to breast-feed A. Hah!
– When I asked him what type of sunscreen I should use with A, he said “That’s a good question, let me google that.”
Now, I have NO PROBLEMS with someone not knowing the answer to something. In fact, I do think it is great when someone can admit that they don’t know, as this tends to mean they are honest and won’t just feed you BS. But still. The word ‘google’ as a verb in the doctor’s office? Come on. Also, I pretty much think that he has not had a lot of babies as patients.
BUT BUT BUT!! I have good news. My poor health-care habits die here. I have an appointment to see a doctor who came HIGHLY recommended to me by a friend. In fact when I told my friend about the “iron appointment incident” she laughed and said that her doctor’s office also called her about an iron deficiency, but that instead of forcing her to make an appointment, they just told her the specific type of supplement she was to take. Hello practicality, how you doin’?
Flirting with Practicality
So I called, and the receptionist said they were only accepting maternity patients (nope, not me, not pregnant) and I said something along the lines of “myfriendsaidthedrwasamazingandshe’smovingcanwetakeherspot” so the receptionist took both A’s and my information (also my friends information in case I was scamming) and said that she would talk to the doctor. And they called the next day. AND both A and I are patients with this new doctor. August 21st baby! So excited!! (But sad that my friend had to move).
Anyway, here ends my rant on healthcare. And my own disorganization. And the word “google” as a verb. Although I will probably revisit this topic again (healthcare, not google) to discuss my pregnancy and complications. No eye-rolls please.
What have been your experiences with healthcare thus far? Do you like your doctor? Do you have a doctor? Does your doctor use the word “google” in his office with you? Tell me please.
Also, a bit of cuteness to brighten your day. And mine.