I haven't been on this page in a while, so either there was nothing really 'bitch worthy' happening or I've just been to damn tired to complain. This week changed all that. This week I had an appointment with my Rheumatologist. I have these 4 times a year, one of which I get to see the doctor and the other three I am subjected to the physician assistant. Now I'm not against seeing a PA. Some of them I prefer to the doctor. I find in general they take more time with you, actually listen to what you have to say and are compassionate. Not so with this PA. When I first started seeing this doctor, I was thrilled. She's incredibly smart and thorough and I'm lucky to have found her. That being said, seeing her PA is frustrating, pointless and yet, still expensive. This particular PA is a pretty little thing, with a lisp that would be endearing if she didn't have the heart of a viper. A 'doctor wanna be' who asks questions, doesn't really listen to your answers as she is to busy typing away on her little keyboard, and then proceeds to argue with everything you say. You know she isn't listening to you as at your very next appointment she will have things written down that were never said. Her selective hearing it exemplary and the speed at which she can type this incorrect information is stellar. Before each and every appointment, I tell myself that I will NOT talk to her! I will answer her questions with simple, one word replies and escape intact, leaving her condescending attitude and eye rolls behind. It never works out that way as I am basically a nice person and find it difficult to be rude to others. Despite the fact that as soon as I open my mouth its on, I still allow her to draw me into her web where she can badger and insult me until she's had her quota of fun and leaves the room.
I can't tell you now many times I've left there in tears, although I never let her see, vowing to find a new doctor. She will ask me about my pain and then poo-poo me as though I am some whine-ass. There have been so many time I wanted to sink my fingers into her streaky hair, pull her ass off her tiny stool and say, "Listen Bitch, I had five babies all without a drop of anesthetic. I had my eye taken out and put back in and I had my gall bladder out at 8:30a.m. and was climbing back into my truck by noon! I only take ibuprofen for pain as I'm allergic to acetaminophen and codeine, so don't tell me about my pain level, you insensitive wretch", but of course I can't do that. I guess I need to get my records and find another doctor. I don't dare ask to them transferred as who knows what the hell 'the evil one' would put in there. I certainly don't want to end up like Elaine on Seinfeld. It's a shame too because the doctor is one of the best around but I don't think she would believe me it I told her about her assistant's unprofessional behaviour. I will send a letter after I leave the practice and she can do with it what she chooses. Until then I'll be armed with this really cool product I found online.
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AuthorThis page, Stevie Spouts Off, will be reserved for my rants and raves. See the teapot at the top of the page blowing it's lid? Well, sometimes that's me. I plan to use this page to vent as well as cheer, so if you like witnessing meltdowns, this might be the page for you. Archives
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