Ok, so I had doctors appts. yesterday right? I got up and got my daughter off to school and got ready to go to the 3 hour blood glucose test. This time my husband took the day off to keep me company between blood draws. It's getting closer to the time we have to leave and my son is not awake. I go in to help him wake up and explain that we need to get going because I have an appt. He has a hissy fit. Little Mr. Homebody doesn't want to go. This is a sign to how my day will go.
We get to the appt. right AT 9:00. So now the time it takes to input my info is pushing back the blood draw. Which means I'll have to wait even longer to eat. *sigh* The phlebotomist hands me a bottle of orange sugar crap to drink and I have to fight back the vomit just upon seeing the bottle. It is truly nasty. Luckily I thought to bring a straw. It helps me if the vile orange drink can go straight down my throat spending as little time on my taste buds as possible. Even with this trick I still wretch over and over trying to get it all down. The first 2 blood draws go fine. Minimal pain plenty O' blood. The third one however, hurts like a mamma jamma! The fourth one is fine too but leaves a HUGE bruise in the crook of my arm. I look like a drug addict.
So we wrap up the pin cushion detail at 12:15 and my hubby takes me to hork down some much needed food. AH. Relief! It's about 1:00 and I've got an appt. with the coochie doctor in an hour. My hubby starts driving and drives us right past the doctors office and down the road before long we are back in our town. I ask him if he's taking us home and he says he's just driving to waste time. I realize that it's been a while since my little boy has gone to the bathroom and ask hubby to stop by our house to let him go. I don't want any accidents in the car or worse the doctors office. We stop and hubby and son loiter for what feels like forever. I give hubby the time (1:30) hoping we can speed things along. It isn't till a few minutes later that it's revealed that hubby thinks we are going to a doctors office here in town and not 15 minutes away in Baton Rouge! That would be 15 minutes with little or no traffic. He drops me off at the door and goes to park the car. Once again I walk in right at the time my appt. is scheduled for (2:00). I sign in and am met by my boys in the waiting room. Soon after that they call me back to a second waiting room. Where we wait for AN HOUR! I didn't mention to you that I had also rescheduled an appt. for my cat to see the vet at 3:30 (I'm stupid) and that my daughter gets home at 3. I explained to her the night before that I might be late and she was excited about the prospect of getting to be mature and stay alone. I on the other hand was worried the entire time. ANYWAY....So now I'm naked under a flimsy robe sitting on a paper covered table waiting for the doctor to come check me out. I wait there for another HALF AN HOUR! I nearly fell asleep! Just when I'd had enough the doctor comes in. She is with me literally for 5 minutes and I'm done! FIVE MINUTES! I waited for an hour and a half for FIVE MINUTES! Is my time worth less than the doctors? Just because she went to medical school her time matters more than mine? ACK! I understand things happen and it messes with their schedules but come on! Give me the option to reschedule if you are going to be that late! RRRRR!
So now I'm late for the vet and I have to call and reschedule that. Luckily they let me come in an hour later. I JUST make that appt and they look at my cat. They give him some meds and tell me they want to see him again next week. It cost me 100 dollars for last nights appt. and the estimate for next weeks appt is another 200 dollars! *sigh*
I throw together a dinner of left overs for the clan and retire to the sofa. I tried to watch some show hubby put on about "Natures Builders" but I kept missing big chunks of it. I don't understand, I only closed my eyes for a second or so! By 8 o'clock CCB decides to put his foot down and sends me to bed. The kids enjoyed tucking mommy in for a change and I drift off to sleep. That is until it's story time for my son. He decides that his sister should read his book last night. She wants to read it with emotion and excitement. That's why I hear FROOOOOOOGGGGGGGGYYYYYYYY! Through the monitor we have in my sons room. Followed shortly by my husband rushing in to shut off the monitor! I slept for 10 hours last night and feel much better today. Who knew yesterday was gonna be such a mess. It's done now though and for that I'm thankful. Well it's almost done except for the expensive cat appt and the baseline mammogram my doc wants me to get. *sigh* But that's for another day.
Spellcheck had a hayday with this post! Sorry for the long exhausting post I feel better now though!
We get to the appt. right AT 9:00. So now the time it takes to input my info is pushing back the blood draw. Which means I'll have to wait even longer to eat. *sigh* The phlebotomist hands me a bottle of orange sugar crap to drink and I have to fight back the vomit just upon seeing the bottle. It is truly nasty. Luckily I thought to bring a straw. It helps me if the vile orange drink can go straight down my throat spending as little time on my taste buds as possible. Even with this trick I still wretch over and over trying to get it all down. The first 2 blood draws go fine. Minimal pain plenty O' blood. The third one however, hurts like a mamma jamma! The fourth one is fine too but leaves a HUGE bruise in the crook of my arm. I look like a drug addict.
So we wrap up the pin cushion detail at 12:15 and my hubby takes me to hork down some much needed food. AH. Relief! It's about 1:00 and I've got an appt. with the coochie doctor in an hour. My hubby starts driving and drives us right past the doctors office and down the road before long we are back in our town. I ask him if he's taking us home and he says he's just driving to waste time. I realize that it's been a while since my little boy has gone to the bathroom and ask hubby to stop by our house to let him go. I don't want any accidents in the car or worse the doctors office. We stop and hubby and son loiter for what feels like forever. I give hubby the time (1:30) hoping we can speed things along. It isn't till a few minutes later that it's revealed that hubby thinks we are going to a doctors office here in town and not 15 minutes away in Baton Rouge! That would be 15 minutes with little or no traffic. He drops me off at the door and goes to park the car. Once again I walk in right at the time my appt. is scheduled for (2:00). I sign in and am met by my boys in the waiting room. Soon after that they call me back to a second waiting room. Where we wait for AN HOUR! I didn't mention to you that I had also rescheduled an appt. for my cat to see the vet at 3:30 (I'm stupid) and that my daughter gets home at 3. I explained to her the night before that I might be late and she was excited about the prospect of getting to be mature and stay alone. I on the other hand was worried the entire time. ANYWAY....So now I'm naked under a flimsy robe sitting on a paper covered table waiting for the doctor to come check me out. I wait there for another HALF AN HOUR! I nearly fell asleep! Just when I'd had enough the doctor comes in. She is with me literally for 5 minutes and I'm done! FIVE MINUTES! I waited for an hour and a half for FIVE MINUTES! Is my time worth less than the doctors? Just because she went to medical school her time matters more than mine? ACK! I understand things happen and it messes with their schedules but come on! Give me the option to reschedule if you are going to be that late! RRRRR!
So now I'm late for the vet and I have to call and reschedule that. Luckily they let me come in an hour later. I JUST make that appt and they look at my cat. They give him some meds and tell me they want to see him again next week. It cost me 100 dollars for last nights appt. and the estimate for next weeks appt is another 200 dollars! *sigh*
I throw together a dinner of left overs for the clan and retire to the sofa. I tried to watch some show hubby put on about "Natures Builders" but I kept missing big chunks of it. I don't understand, I only closed my eyes for a second or so! By 8 o'clock CCB decides to put his foot down and sends me to bed. The kids enjoyed tucking mommy in for a change and I drift off to sleep. That is until it's story time for my son. He decides that his sister should read his book last night. She wants to read it with emotion and excitement. That's why I hear FROOOOOOOGGGGGGGGYYYYYYYY! Through the monitor we have in my sons room. Followed shortly by my husband rushing in to shut off the monitor! I slept for 10 hours last night and feel much better today. Who knew yesterday was gonna be such a mess. It's done now though and for that I'm thankful. Well it's almost done except for the expensive cat appt and the baseline mammogram my doc wants me to get. *sigh* But that's for another day.
Spellcheck had a hayday with this post! Sorry for the long exhausting post I feel better now though!
7 comments:
That is one nasty bruise you've got there, lady. What did they use to draw the blood? A telegraph pole?
I hope days like that come few and far between for you, you deserved your nice long sleep.
Have a great weekend!
Is my time worth less than the doctors? Just because she went to medical school her time matters more than mine?
Yes, that's exactly what all doctors think and that's why it pisses me off. Just like when you call to schedule an appointment or get test results back and they put you on hold for hours - but if you miss a damn appointment they still charge you at least your co-pay... like, it's okay if *I* wait on *you* because you're so IMPORTANT. Wow, it drives me crazy!
One time at my OB's office his nurses failed to tell me he had gone to the hospital to deliver a baby, so there was, pregnant and half naked on the table for FORTY FIVE MINUTES. I was LIVID when he walked in that office and I certainly let him know it.
My doctors and dentists get 30 minutes or I reschedule. As much of a pain as it is to have to go back - usually only takes one or two times before they "get it".
Mrs Thistletwat-The other side isn't bad at all though it hurt like heck yesterday. That's why I opted to do the last one in the right arm.
Bekah-I can imagine you let them have it! I wish I had the guts to do that.
Catonya-If my husband hadn't taken the whole day off to usher me around to these appointments I might have tried to reschedule. I need to get some guts to stand up to these people!
Your life is so different than mine, I mean, mine used to be more like yours, it just isn't now.....but I admire immensely how you handle it all. You are a Trooper extraordinaire. I think I made that word up says spell check. Lucky family you got for that.
You are lucky to have CCB there to go with you to your appointments...I hate going to the doctor for that very reason. When TF was going to his doctor appointments for his gallbadder issues, he was pretty lucky. The only doctor that made us wait was the surgeon and he was in and out with patients at the hospital.
Those blood sugar tests are a pain in the "you know what". Let us know how that turns out.
CCB, thanks for watching the kids so she could get some rest...Women need that kind of care once in a while.
CC Boy is a peach for taking off to be with you! You were both troopers for hanging in there. Doctors make me nervous & all that waiting never helps much. The 2nd waiting room is the worst!
Glad you got it all done & I'd show that bruise off like a medal of honor...at least you have proof of your day.
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