The Regular OB

Here's where reality sets in and I start to whine about how much better the care is when you're a fertility patient.

TBD and I saw the regular OB today, except, we didn’t really. My doctor is now so popular that I didn’t actually get to see her. Instead I got to see her incompetent nurse practitioner and medical assistant.

After filling out a form in which I listed my age, family illnesses, etc, both the nurse practitioner and medical assistant asked me the same questions (seperately) that I had just answered – even though my written answers were sitting in front of their faces.

And they weren’t asking to double check my answers, no, they were asking because they didn’t bother to read it…which was evident when I said, “These answers are all on the form I just filled out.”

NURSE PRACTITIONER: “No they’re not. Oh, wait. I’ve got what I need here.”

No doy. I just told you that.

Then I was told to strip from the waist down, to which I said, “Are you sure? I think you’re going to need to scan me in the other part of the office.”

MEDICAL ASSISTANT: “No, you’ll be examined here.”

As a fertility patient, this is one of the annoying parts of the whole process. See, when you go to the doctor all the time, you know what’s what and what’s wrong. So, when my nurse practitioner came back in the room, she confirmed that I did indeed need to get dressed so we could go to the other part of the office for my scan.

Why don’t people just listen to me? I’m pretty much always right.

During my scan I was told that their equipment doesn’t let you hear the baby’s heart beat. Whatever, I’ve heard it on the exact machine where I was told this lie.

They gave me a picture of TBD. It’s pretty stupid though, because she left the measurement line on for the photo, so it looks like poor TBD is being dissected.

God I hate that nurse practitioner. She even had the audacity to say, “It’s nice to meet you,” twice (upon arrival and departure). Too bad she’s met me like a billion other times.

I love my OB, but it sucks that everyone else does. I really don’t know what to do. I don’t think I can endure this horrible service for eight more months, but my OB also saved Violet’s life and that goes a long way.

To make things worse, on my drive home, the person driving in front of me stopped their car in the middle of the road so they could give a homeless person change. They almost caused a six-car wreck to give a homeless person change.

If I could live on a sparsely populated island with my family, a few friends and my fertility doctor, I would.