I really don’t think I’m going back.

’Cause you know what?  *You* try keeping a baby happy and quiet in your waiting room for *an hour and a half* and then we’ll see how your blood pressure is doing, m’kay?

(Good thing they didn’t take it after telling me that they want me to do the same thing *every two weeks* but that they won’t treat it because I should be able to bring it down *by myself* because normally they’d tell a nursing mother to go ahead and eat but, well...you know, I obviously must eat like crap because I’m so fat [yeah, slightly paraphrased but that was the message]).

See, the fun part about having a blood pressure problem is that once you get really, really good and pissed at a doctor you can’t ever get it to read right in their presence again.  I don’t care how much my husband likes this guy or how good he is with the baby.  I’m done.  Bye-bye.  Pffffffffffft.  Baby stats in another post later.  I’m still pissed.

UPDATE:  Well, I sound brave but I’ll have to go back if I want to use the same midwives for my next pregnancy (assuming there is one).  Double pfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffft.  We couldn’t even make appointments last night because we were there so late and all of the reception staff had gone home (well, except for the one who was still physically in the office but unwilling to take the two minutes, but that’s another rant).  Of course, it’s crossed my mind to dump them, too, since I was pretty unhappy at the way we were treated when Sadie was born, but that’s a whole other rant.  I suppose what I should do is make them actually look for a cause for my problems, which nobody has ever bothered to do.  Maybe there’s something actually, honestly out of whack.  ‘Cause I’m not that much fricking fatter than I was before.

Remind me to rant about how we’ve slid from “you can decrease your chances of a problem” or “you can help this problem” with a certain behavior to “it’s all your fault, fat & ugly.” My bp was borderline when I weighed 50 pounds less and ran several miles every morning.  Weight contributes, sure.  But I don’t have the problem in the first place because I’m a fat nasty slob.  Presumably it’s a family thing, though since nobody had ever looked for a cause, it could be a sign that I’m going to drop dead any year now, I suppose.

Ugh.  I should go back to bed.  I’m cranky. 

1. WHAT! you expect Dr’s to do more then hand out pills and play golf?  What are you thinking Deb?  Dr’s don’t actually “DO” anything to find out why you have what you have now adays they only figure out what pills to put you on so you stop complaining and have to come back to them constently for more pills. 
   not to mention that if they were to try and find out what is wrong with you they might have to spend more then the 10 minutes they alot each patient and make themselfs even later then they would be because they over booked.  LOL I love Dr’s

   Posted by wayne  on  02/02  at  10:32 AM

2. Deb, I hate to tell you this, but you just struck one of my nerves...Full blown mini-rant to follow:

   If there’s ANYTHING you dislike about your doctor, get out.  Go.  Change.  There are better doctors and many wonderful midwives out there.  From experience, I can tell you that a good Dr won’t just ASSUME that your weight is driving your HBP.  A good doctor takes things like dealing with upset kids into account when taking your BP.  A good dr makes sure his/her staff are around to accomodate you because after all, they’ve kept YOU waiting.

   Never forget that you are paying for a service, and like any other service, you have a right to prompt attention and to have the doctor act like a professional, which includes listening carefully to your concerns and not just rushing out the door under the full steam of the assumption engine.

   If you’re at ALL uncomfortable, at least try another Dr, if only for a second opinion.

   Posted by caltechgirl  on  02/02  at  12:00 PM

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