Scaramouch
The group practice that I collectively call my OB/Gyn houses one doctor in particular that I hate more than just about anything else, George W. included. What can any one doctor do to earn such utter contempt, you ask? Well I'll tell you.
During my second miscarriage, I started bleeding actually two or so days before the test even turned positive. I recognized the bleeding as implantation spotting, however, because it was too early to be my period, and very light. As soon as the test turned positive, I went about finding an OB/Gyn (I know. I should already have had a Gyn. Bad me.) This practice is actually at the top of my street, and I fantasized about walking the dog up the street and getting checked when i was really big (Oh, yeah that was when we thought the dog might not turn out to be an asshole. Hah.) Anyway, it is pot luck at the practice when you are pregnant, and the first doctor that I saw was Dr. Witch.
Dr. Witch, unbelieving that I had never been to the Gyn, took my very first Pap smear (negative, phew). She said that my cervix was closed, and everything looked fine. I was still spotting, and very nervous, and asked for a beta test. She flat out said no. Her exact words, I believe, were "that won't tell you anything". I tried to tell her that I could go again in 48 hours, and know whether this pregnancy was good or bad. She still denied me. I cried, and she didn't comfort me. She sent me home with a bunch of pregnancy info, and had the nerve to congratulate me. I will never forgive her for this. She did, however, tell me over and over how much it would cost to have a baby with their practice, and made me sign a paper stating that I understood that I would be liable for the cost if my insurance didn't cover it.
Two days later, the bleeding started to get heavier. I called and again spoke with Dr. Witch. I told her the bleeding was picking up. She asked if I was having any pain, which I wasn't. She told me not to worry about it. I begged again for a beta, and again I was denied. The next day I passed a giant clot, and went into the emergency room, to find that I had miscarried (my beta level was only 27.4).
Anyway, why am I telling you this? Well I called over to the OB/Gyn yesterday to confirm that I had completed my testing and that my specialist was prescribing Clomid, and could I come in and get the Rx? The receptionist couldn't find any documentation from the specialist, so she said she would have a doctor call me back. Guess who called? That's right, Dr. Witch.
Dr. Witch questioned why the specialist would give me, someone who clearly didn't have any trouble getting pregnant (hah!) Clomid. I told her he was trying to scare out a better egg. She disagreed with this, and said that she would have to talk with him before prescribing me anything. I told her that he was going to tell her to prescribe it, and she denied me. UGH. Is it any wonder why I avoided going to the Gyn for so long?
So I call back over to the hospital and leave a message for Nurse Nice, telling her that the specialist would have to speak with Dr. Witch before I could get the Rx. Her voicemail says that she is out for the afternoon, so I don't expect a call back. I say also that I have a couple of weeks, so it is not very urgent. Guess who calls back anyway? Gotta love Nurse Nice, who by the way was at a funeral but didn't want to leave me hanging. I apologized for bothering her, and told her the doctor was not really in the business of helping me. She asked who it was, and I told her the story above. She is as pissed about it as me, and is having the specialist send over a letter. Let's just hope it gets there in time for next cycle.
During my second miscarriage, I started bleeding actually two or so days before the test even turned positive. I recognized the bleeding as implantation spotting, however, because it was too early to be my period, and very light. As soon as the test turned positive, I went about finding an OB/Gyn (I know. I should already have had a Gyn. Bad me.) This practice is actually at the top of my street, and I fantasized about walking the dog up the street and getting checked when i was really big (Oh, yeah that was when we thought the dog might not turn out to be an asshole. Hah.) Anyway, it is pot luck at the practice when you are pregnant, and the first doctor that I saw was Dr. Witch.
Dr. Witch, unbelieving that I had never been to the Gyn, took my very first Pap smear (negative, phew). She said that my cervix was closed, and everything looked fine. I was still spotting, and very nervous, and asked for a beta test. She flat out said no. Her exact words, I believe, were "that won't tell you anything". I tried to tell her that I could go again in 48 hours, and know whether this pregnancy was good or bad. She still denied me. I cried, and she didn't comfort me. She sent me home with a bunch of pregnancy info, and had the nerve to congratulate me. I will never forgive her for this. She did, however, tell me over and over how much it would cost to have a baby with their practice, and made me sign a paper stating that I understood that I would be liable for the cost if my insurance didn't cover it.
Two days later, the bleeding started to get heavier. I called and again spoke with Dr. Witch. I told her the bleeding was picking up. She asked if I was having any pain, which I wasn't. She told me not to worry about it. I begged again for a beta, and again I was denied. The next day I passed a giant clot, and went into the emergency room, to find that I had miscarried (my beta level was only 27.4).
Anyway, why am I telling you this? Well I called over to the OB/Gyn yesterday to confirm that I had completed my testing and that my specialist was prescribing Clomid, and could I come in and get the Rx? The receptionist couldn't find any documentation from the specialist, so she said she would have a doctor call me back. Guess who called? That's right, Dr. Witch.
Dr. Witch questioned why the specialist would give me, someone who clearly didn't have any trouble getting pregnant (hah!) Clomid. I told her he was trying to scare out a better egg. She disagreed with this, and said that she would have to talk with him before prescribing me anything. I told her that he was going to tell her to prescribe it, and she denied me. UGH. Is it any wonder why I avoided going to the Gyn for so long?
So I call back over to the hospital and leave a message for Nurse Nice, telling her that the specialist would have to speak with Dr. Witch before I could get the Rx. Her voicemail says that she is out for the afternoon, so I don't expect a call back. I say also that I have a couple of weeks, so it is not very urgent. Guess who calls back anyway? Gotta love Nurse Nice, who by the way was at a funeral but didn't want to leave me hanging. I apologized for bothering her, and told her the doctor was not really in the business of helping me. She asked who it was, and I told her the story above. She is as pissed about it as me, and is having the specialist send over a letter. Let's just hope it gets there in time for next cycle.
posted by Michelle at 7:18 AM
2 Comments:
I'm so sorry that you had to deal with Dr. Witch. All of this is hard enough, even with doctors who are really supportive and caring. I'm glad you have nurse nice to balance it out. And I'm glad you're seeing a specialist--finally having someone pay attention to what is going on and trying different things. The clomid worked well for me, despite my most recent (4th miscarriage)--we just got unlucky with a chromosomal abnormality, but otherwise, my pregnancy was going along fine.
I'm hoping this all works out in time to start the clomid during your next cycle. Good luck!
I just read the last comment you read on my site--your specialist won't test you for clotting disorders??? WTF? Can you DEMAND it? Even if your losses are really early (my 1st 3 were), they should be checking EVERYTHING. Arrrgggghhh.
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