Years and years later I had moved down here to Virginia and I fell into the routine of using my regular Internist for my "female needs" but time and peri-menopause came a callin and I needed to find a gynecologist. I'll spare you all the details but test were done, problems I had a few and after a few years of going to him he recommended I have a procedure. Surgical in nature but not a biggie. The timing however was a biggie since it was about eight months after the kids accident. Now remember the question I mentioned above, well this doctor had an additional question. One, how many kids do you have? Two, how many of your children are living?
So I go in and have all the test for the procedure, check up, biopsy, blood test we discuss everything. When he suggested it I talked to my regular doctor, my neurologist to see if it would impact my migraines and at the time I was in therapy so naturally we discussed it as well. I was not lacking for medical advise or was I impaired in anyway from making my own medical decisions, this point is important to the story.
I'm sitting there in the gyno's office under the half sheet, he's reviewing my pre-op tests and all of the sudden he freezes. Did you ever play freeze tag when you were a kid? Because that's what he reminded me of, the man just froze! Then he looks up at my half naked covered with a paper sheet body and says. "Last time you were here you had two living children now you have one" and those words hang in the air. Part statement almost question, I wasn't biting however so then he asked. "May I ask what happened?" So I tell him that Gretchen and Eric were killed when his car was disabled on the highway and she went to pick him up, then a truck ran them over. Talking about this was difficult still so I don't give many details. His response was this {and I shit you not and he did this all while scribbling on his prescription pad} "that must have been rough." Five words, no eye contact, then he literally threw a prescription at me. Shocked I was shocked, I took this to mean that he was effectively cancelling my procedure. Then he went on to say briskly "try these pills and I'll see you in three months" and he walked out of the office leaving me half naked and shaking in shock on the exam table.
I wobbled off that exam table shaking like a leaf, got dressed then stumbled out of that office to the car where Bill was waiting. I'm sure it's no shock to any of you reading this post that I never filled that prescription. I never did go back to him either, no trust and it was beyond repair. I went out and found a great woman doctor instead!
I can only speculate why he did what he did.
Here's a few of my favorites made up ones:
1. He's a douche bag with the bedside manor of a douche bag!
2. He had some type of personal history & I brought up painful memories for him so he ran. {my therapist speculated he might have had some type of painful history} I'm adding this because I love my former therapist; nice guy and he'd want me to.
3. He wasn't willing to take the chance that I might be having difficulties with my mourning process that would interfere with my decision making but he didn't have the ornaments { that's balls} to speak openly with me about it.
4. He was just trying to make money on this new procedure and unknowingly picked a vulnerable person { mourning mother}
5. He's a dirt bag who is unable to really connect with his patients.
6. He didn't tell me the whole truth and the pills would have been enough {fyi, my new gyno gave me pills}
Have you ever had a professional or personal relationship that has just left you scratching you head thinking what in the holy heck just happened here?
I'm sitting there in the gyno's office under the half sheet, he's reviewing my pre-op tests and all of the sudden he freezes. Did you ever play freeze tag when you were a kid? Because that's what he reminded me of, the man just froze! Then he looks up at my half naked covered with a paper sheet body and says. "Last time you were here you had two living children now you have one" and those words hang in the air. Part statement almost question, I wasn't biting however so then he asked. "May I ask what happened?" So I tell him that Gretchen and Eric were killed when his car was disabled on the highway and she went to pick him up, then a truck ran them over. Talking about this was difficult still so I don't give many details. His response was this {and I shit you not and he did this all while scribbling on his prescription pad} "that must have been rough." Five words, no eye contact, then he literally threw a prescription at me. Shocked I was shocked, I took this to mean that he was effectively cancelling my procedure. Then he went on to say briskly "try these pills and I'll see you in three months" and he walked out of the office leaving me half naked and shaking in shock on the exam table.
I wobbled off that exam table shaking like a leaf, got dressed then stumbled out of that office to the car where Bill was waiting. I'm sure it's no shock to any of you reading this post that I never filled that prescription. I never did go back to him either, no trust and it was beyond repair. I went out and found a great woman doctor instead!
I can only speculate why he did what he did.
Here's a few of my favorites made up ones:
1. He's a douche bag with the bedside manor of a douche bag!
2. He had some type of personal history & I brought up painful memories for him so he ran. {my therapist speculated he might have had some type of painful history} I'm adding this because I love my former therapist; nice guy and he'd want me to.
3. He wasn't willing to take the chance that I might be having difficulties with my mourning process that would interfere with my decision making but he didn't have the ornaments { that's balls} to speak openly with me about it.
4. He was just trying to make money on this new procedure and unknowingly picked a vulnerable person { mourning mother}
5. He's a dirt bag who is unable to really connect with his patients.
6. He didn't tell me the whole truth and the pills would have been enough {fyi, my new gyno gave me pills}
Have you ever had a professional or personal relationship that has just left you scratching you head thinking what in the holy heck just happened here?
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