The Angry Part of My Brain

 I was doing ok until I got a call around 11.  It was from the Sleep Clinic.

Wait?  What?  Sleep clinic?  What happened there?  How did they get my number???

Ohhhh, referral. I didn't realize I was getting signed up for a sleep study.  That never got explained to me.  At. All.

Now I am mad.  I was nice to the woman on the phone who was ready to sign me up for an appointment and more medical bills. I said I'll have to get back to you about my schedule.  Lose my number please.  I'll screen it next time.

I guess I overlooked some things and now this just did it.  I'm done.  If I need a prescription refilled this year, I'll be making an appointment.  Elsewhere.  

I told my mom about the prostate cancer comment and she said did he apologize?  Not at all.  She laughed but thought shouldn't he be embarrassed especially in front of a student?  You would think, wouldn't you but nah, he thought it was funny.  

I didn't like the insinuation he made about other female exams.  I said someone else takes care of that and I have an appointment on the books.  That wasn't happening with a student in there.  A male student.

When I said everything costs so much, he shrugged his shoulders like Your point?

Here's the angry part of my brain.

Go to hell.  I spent over $10 grand on a legal assistant salary the last years, maybe not quite $15 grand.  And now I should spend more money and don't really give me a chance to take it in, you just make that referral and don't even ask me if I want to do that???

Ok, you probably live in a nice house in Brookfield with your wife and kids.  Your medical assistant told me you just got back from a nice vacation which was probably a nice out of state trip.  I haven't gone anywhere in 20 years for vacation.  I rent and live with my mom who is not getting any younger and I have to worry about rent increases.  

I'm going to guess your wife doesn't work.  You probably get to be the big bread winner.  She might have a "fun" part time job to fulfill her or take an art class.  She has a wine club where she can meet with her gal pals and you can be the good dad and hang out with the kids.  

You never have to worry about men talking down to you because you're a single woman.  You probably have the best of everything and money is never an issue.  Your wife probably gets treated like a queen and never has to do with stupid men other than the one she married.  

You have no fucking clue what it's like to be someone like me.

Ok, that was my angry brain. I'm being biased in my thoughts about my doctor's life style.   I could be completely wrong.  Some of the angry brain comes from being around attorneys.  A lot of their wives did work so yeah, I am being biased.  

I am taking my positive review off the website and not saying another word.  It was interesting because when I looked at it, there had been negative reviews in the last couple of years and I was surprised.  He laughed about a woman's IUD.  I don't know anything about IUDs but I believe her after the prostate comment.  Why would a nasal spray get prescribed to treat anxiety?  What in the fresh hell is that about?   I actually have that prescription so it made me wonder if that's the reason I got three of them.  I have allergies and anxiety.  That's so strange.

I guess my decision was made that I got to switch.  I won't say anything negative.  He was good for treating anxiety and allergies.  That's about it.  When I had my car accident the first time, he was the one that took me in to check out. I didn't expect him to start writing referrals because I mentioned the semi accident from 2 years ago. I do drive. I do drive on the freeway. I don't have a phobia of driving. I have a phobia of doctors who keep writing referrals like it's candy for crying out loud.

My day ended strange as well. I have to fill out a survey about my group.  It's anonymous but they'll know it's me and if it gets me changed to a new team, so be it.  We had a survey and our trust is low.  You think?  Where do you think it's lurking?  

I didn't mean to take cheap shots like that at my doctor or his wife.  I don't know their life but hopefully the only idiot his wife deals with is him.  She's probably a nice lady.  

I get tired of people with their out of touch comments like this. I liked my first doctor who would sit down, pull up a chair and ask me how I was.  I didn't get 20 referrals.  I could talk to her easily and I felt better. I didn't feel like I needed a therapist.  I felt like a kind word was what I needed after that visit.  I do have good medical professionals I deal with but I get their time is limited, they see a lot of people and I'm just the nice lady with a cat.  

Hopefully none of them think I have a prostate. 

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