I am furious. I don't know what else to call it.
Today, I had my regular follow-up OB appointment. Recall that I go to a High Risk OB group. I have seen the midwife most of my visits, but as I'm nearing delivery and she doesn't deliver, I thought I should branch out and see more of the physicians. The one I was scheduled to see today, let's call her Incompetent, I had only seen once before. That particular visit, I waited an hour and 40 minutes and she blamed it on the new computer system.
Today, I waited for 2 hours. No one warned me upon check-in that there was such a delay or any delay at all. When I humorously asked at 1 hour 15 minutes if they'd forgotten me, I was just told they were running behind. Oh, I'm sorry. You're running behind? What about the roomful of patients waiting to see you? We are now running behind as well and are stuck.
When Incompetent finally managed to see me, she blamed the wait on her being the only physician there today. She definitely wasn't taking extra time with anyone based on her, "Let me listen to the baby and measure you, then you can get out of here" statement. I had concerns today that I wanted addressed. I was completely bullshitted.
As lamented in my previous post, I have severe Restless Leg Syndrome. I have it always. It is not a pregnancy condition. It is a neurological diagnosis. I told her I was completely exhausted because I can't sleep. I told her why. I told her the OTC recommendations weren't working. I was almost in tears. This was my response...
Incompetent suggested I see their new counselor about getting an anti-depressant. (I certainly would if I were depressed. That's not what's being discussed here.) Next, she suggested I wear ankle weights to bed. That's right. I'm supposed to put 2-5lb weights on each ankle and let them hang off the edge of the bed. Weighing my legs down might stop the jerking. Are you fucking kidding me?
I can handle someone telling me they don't know an answer. I can handle that there just may not be anything I can do right now. I cannot handle patronizing virtual head petting telling me I'm "almost there" and this complete horses' assery of medical advice. That fancy M.D. behind your name does not mean you can spew forth complete bullshit and it be accepted.
In addition to all of this, she didn't even bother to check my cervix after the weekend visit at the hospital due to contractions. I have a call into the Service Excellence department over their office. I thought about it for a couple of hours before I called. I didn't want to overreact. I have come to the conclusion that I am not.