Normally I don’t use my Blackberry to post because data costs in Canada, my friends. And I have never set up email. But today is special because the ENT office is one floor over my first ob/gyn’s office. So I am feeling like shit and I am nothing if not generous in sharing.
I actually didn’t think it would be quite this bad, but it is. I hate new doctors. I hate being sick. And I hate this building. The last time I was here was a 6 week post-partum check where my former ob either lied or spouted lies she had accepted from the hospital, did a pap smear, and offered me clomid for my next attempt. Because nothing says I love you like a twin pregnancy after perinatal loss.
I think I am suddenly in tune with my anger. You know, you think you get over certain things. But you don’t, actually. It may be in this case I have just learned to bypass the right intersection. Because if I were to meet Dr. G in the elevator I might not adhere to the standards of civilized social intercourse.
Anyways. There is a two hour wait. I am still an advocate of socialized medicine. People screw up in many systems. But I do wish I had brought a digital camera because then you could admire how even a specialist in Toronto has dirty carpet circa 1988 and shares his office, quite innocently, with a family lawyer. And several fake plants, also circa 1988, last cleaned in 200… Ok that is hyperbole, really they are clean.
I should tell you about my trust realization next. If I have to wait much longer, I will.
I guess they got to you pretty quick. I hope it was a good visit, whatever constitutes good right now.
I have also been surprised by the decrepitude of doctor’s offices in Canada. The comparison to my relatively sleek HMO in Massachusetts is astounding. Plus they don’t have 5 staff to walk you around. At my family doctor’s office, my doctor comes out to the crowded waiting room and calls my name. Bizarre!
I hope it was as good as it could be, and sheds helpful light on health mysteries.
And you are loved, and supported, and you have every right to be angry.