If You Find The Term Skin Curtains Offensive, Then Come Back Tomorrow...

So today at 1:45 pm, I have an appointment with the OBGYN who was supposed to be following my recently lost pregnancy so that I may ask for an apology. He decided in his infinite OBGYN wisdom that he did not need blood tests (at all during this pregnancy –yep I was 12 weeks and had two miscarriages already) to check my hormone levels. He knew what was going on. I had low progesterone. Since he claims this to be fact, I think to myself, why don’t we have more of these psychic, know everything doctors? That would save our medical system millions of dollars in diagnostics!

Now, the fact that I seem to have found the only ‘psychic’ doctor covered by OHIP (Ontario Health Insurance Plan – our health system pays for just about everything here in Ontario unlike the US) is not the problem.

The problem is:
Despite ‘psychically’ deducing my pregnancy problems YOU FORGOT TO PUT ME ON FUCKING PROGESTERONE AND TOLD ME THE CURRENT PRESCRIPTION I WAS ON WAS PROGESTERONE!

WRONG. Thank you Mr. Pharmacist for using FACT to guide you in your conclusions (such as medical studies that conclude that Bromocriptine is not a form of progesterone - OH AND THAT IT SHOULD NOT BE TAKEN DURING PREGNANCY), rather than some gut feeling you THINK to be fact because you are an errogant asshole.

Now, before I commit slander (more than I may have already) I will have the appointment and perhaps he will impress me by admitting he fucked up. Though based on this Dr.’s attitude towards his patients I doubt I will get one or even an admission of mistake.

Wish me luck I am extremely nervous. I am going to confront a man who I was referred to with a disclaimer from my family Dr. that went something like this “Just be forewarned, with Dr. Dickhead (I may have changed his name for privacy reasons) his way is always the ‘right’ way.”

Given the situation with the other OBGYN in town, I had (read post entitled “Good Morning Placenta…”) I figured I would take my chances.

So now, moving forward I guess unless I want ‘Dr. Incompetent Dickhead’(I believe incompetent was his first name), or ‘Dr. Slice Dice and Gut Alive’ I need to move.

Bleck.

I thought that baby-making was going to be done by increasing the occurrences of my favourite pass time - and by this I mean making love, not opening my skin curtains for any Doc who thinks they need a peek in the window!