So, my first Dr. appt. was today. Yippee!!! I had it scheduled about week ago, but because of getting strep, I had to postpone it until today.
My appt. was for 10:00, but they asked me to be there at 9:30. I got there at 9:30 on the dot. They had no record of me whatsoever. Finally, they realized that they had me scheduled in a different time slot. After 10 min. they realized that they made the mistake, not me. I spent the next 10min. filling out paper work. No problem there. Then I was taken to the waiting room.
Now, I HAVE TO eat every hour, or I get extremely sick. By the time I got to the waiting room, it had been 2 hrs. since breakfast and I forgot to bring a snack. I was getting really woozy. I was in the waiting room for 45 MINUTES!!! Not kidding. By the time I got into the exam room, I was shaking all over and I was as white as you can get. My fingers felt like ice. I could hardly keep my eyes open because I was so sick. The nurse could tell I was way sick and said the Dr. would hurry. I could hear her telling the doctor in the hall that he had a "patient that looked like she was going to pass out in room one."
I waited 45 MORE MINUTES!!! I could hear the nurse telling the doctor every time he came out of another room that I was still waiting. I could hear him saying "I am hurrying, I really am." By the time the Dr. got in the room, he took one look at me and told me he wouldn't do the exam because I looked like I was already miserable enough. My whole body was shaking and I was turning green. I was slumped in the chair with my head back against the wall. He apologized a million times and explained that normally patients never wait that long...and they were out of crackers, so no snack for me. I told him that I wasn't going to waste 2 hrs of my time and my babysitters time just to turn around the go home. I told him to go ahead with the exam. If I passed out, great! He hesitated but went ahead, constantly asking me if I was o.k.
Once that was done, he wrote up a prescription for Zofran without asking me any questions, and slapped it in my hand. He jokingly told me that was my reward for being such a patient patient. HOORAY!!!! He told me to get it into my system right away, but first they had to draw blood. NOOOOOOOO!!!!
I was so weak by that point, that my blood wasn't coming out very fast. It took almost 3 minutes and a lot of me pumping the ball in my hand, for them to get 3 small vials of blood. My stomach was churning by that point and I can't believe I didn't barf all over the blood lady.
Finally, over 2 hours after I arrived, and four hours since breakfast, I left the office. Normally, I would be so mad, I would not go back, but the doctor was just too awesome. Seriously, I have never had such a good OB. I am really excited to have such a good doctor taking care of me for the next 7 months or so. He handled the situation perfectly, and totally sat and listened to me with complete concern. He was really really good! I am so relieved.
After the appt., I hurried and picked up the kids and we drove straight to Wal-mart to fill the prescription. Just a few minutes...right? WRONG!!! I was waiting for over 1 hour! By that point, I couldn't even push the shopping cart and had to open a bag of food from the shelf and start eating it in order to make it home.
I somehow made it home, ate lunch and took the Zofran. AAAGGGHHH, the fog has lifted. I am alive once more. Life will go on! Hooray for drugs! Hooray for doctors who give me drugs without asking questions and being all sceptical! Hooray for life! Hooray for not being on the couch tonight rolling around in complete and utter misery, on the verge of barfing but never getting of satisfaction of doing so!
AAAGGGHHH, PLEASE let this continue!