Thursday, July 29, 2010
Things that make you go hmmmm...
I took Middle G to the doctors last night at 7:30 p.m. for her 9 year well check. I know what was I thinking when I made that appointment...7:30 is ridiculous.
I really liked the nurse practitioner we saw. She was down to earth and didn't make a face when I told her that **gasp** I let my child have a glass of root beer every now and then.
She did ask me a rather stupid question involving Middle Gs thyroid which went something like this..."Have you noticed that her thyroid is quite enlarged?"
"ummm....no can't say that anyone has come up to us and drawn any attention to her neck. I'm gonna have to go with no on that."
She went down a list of systems that included tiredness, dry skin and hair loss that only applied to me and not to Middle G. but none the less she felt strongly that she should have a blood test.
This morning we went for the blood draw and it was ridiculous.
Not because of my child but because the Phlebotomist was already pissy at 8:30 in the morning and not happy to find out that her draw was a child.
She immediately called for backup before Middle G even provided her name and then looked at me with contempt when I said she had no photo id. Seriously, why would my 9 year old have a photo id?
After berating me for not pre-registering, which I was not told was an option, she entered the information into the computer. I would have gladly done this in the 20 minutes we were left to wait in the outside waiting room had they just provided a computer.
That being said, by the time she was ready to draw the blood there were three of them in there, plus me and her brother. It was a tight space.
Middle G barely flinched and then watched her blood go into the vile. There was no need to make her sit on her other hand and basically freak her out to the point of terror before she even attempted to get the blood.
What about that 80 year old in the waiting room....she could just as likely get volatile. Why the stereotype? My kid was an angel and shame on you for assuming she wouldn't be.
My other pet peeve....the chair. It was designed for the morbidly obese. All three of us could have sat in it and there would still have been room.
Is this really necessary?
Thanks for the vent,
~KISA~
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- kisatrtle
- I'm a 41 year old (gasp) freelance writer, school cafeteria manager, wife and mother. I have three children and one anxious and overweight beagle. I use my blog to make others laugh, to share some cool crafts, to document my lunchlady adventures and to lament about the challenges faced by us all on the journey called life. Thanks for visiting. Please leave some crack...um...I meant some comments.
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doctors visits can be so crrrrrrrazy.
hope all is well ;)
That is ridiculous. Sorry you guys had to deal with that. I actually wish my doctor's office had evening appointments like that!
I hate takin my kids to the doctor. Our doctor's office is really good about it, but I just feel like people are making assumptions about our family, and that always makes me uneasy.
Wow. Ridiculous! I despise going to the doctors because I have the child that made that stereotype! LOL!
That is one bad attitude right there. And now I'm wondering about my thyroid. I hope Middle G is ok.