Adventures in Doctoring

Why is it so difficult to find a good doctor? I'm not even asking for a great doctor these days, I'll settle for good. 

I thought I found a great doctor until her office stopped taking calls. Seriously, when I call it goes directly to a message that says they are renovating and will finish by December 2008. I tried calling for three weeks before throwing in the towel. I didn't want to give up on her. Giving up means getting back online to find another doctor. It's really a crap shoot with this area. Why did we find exquisite doctors in a small Florida town but can only find shady doctors in this metropolis we live in? Shouldn't it be the other way around? 

I found a new doctor for myself and the kids. They are located right above the new dentist I found. The new dentist is great. Wonderful even! They are kid friendly, just like our dentist in Florida and very unlike the mean office we first went to in this area. So, I assumed the doctors in the building would be great too. Anyone remember what happens when we assume? Yep, I waited for 3 1/2 hours to be seen. The doctor was from Africa which wouldn't have been a problem if he would have looked at me. Or read my chart. Or not pummeled me with questions. Or stopped getting annoyed with me for not answering fast enough. Or stopped rubbing his head like I caused a headache for him. Or didn't argue with me that a BP of 156/98 is normal. Or didn't ask what kind of medicine I wanted him to give me. Or didn't tell me that wearing glasses causes migraines. Or I should hire a nanny and just take my migraine pills and pass out for a day. Where the hell do these doctors come from? I feel sorry for all the people waiting with me who think they are getting good care from their doctor. They aren't and should leave...after they get four new prescriptions like I did. One of which just happened to be a really good BP med that also prevents migraines. Let's hope it works. I'd like to think something good came out of a completely wasted morning. And I'm still hopeful the new pediatrician will be great. If not, I'll just find a new one.

yes, I have asked around for recommendations. I've called them too. They either don't take our insurance or aren't taking new patients. I'd go back to Navy medical but that would screw up Bug's speech therapy. I can't even imagine letting Navy medical deal with my son. To save money they would probably tell me he's cured after 6 months and then we're just done. We'd have to pay out of pocket for speech therapy.  

My turn again?

A while back I had a crazy week where nothing worked for me. It seems the world revolved and it's my turn for craziness again.

• I've upended entire bowls of food onto the floor. 
  
• I've tried to make my child happy by cooking corn muffins but couldn't because a household pest got into the cornmeal, both bags. Which reminds me...go to Lowe's and buy something to get rid of pest. Of course I have analyzed the pantry for signs of a specific pest. Based on my astute observations; i.e. I called my mom and described the evidence; it's probably not a mouse but maybe a weevil. Whatever that is. 
  
• Upon calling the gym to make reservations for the kids, I asked to be transformed to the Kidz Klub. Much laughter ensued when I then asked to be translated to the Kidz Klub. **I might have mentioned confusing words and embarrassing myself.
  
• My oldest child now feels responsible to remind me of daily things I keep forgetting to do. I feel terrible for being the cause of his new responsibility.
  
• I have found several items in the pantry that just don't belong there...brand new, recently opened BBQ sauce, tub of butter, and the coffee creamer. 
• Thus I have also found a box of oatmeal in the fridge. 

Not only did the world revolve and dump braindead on me, the kids have stolen hours from my sleep each night for the past two weeks. Unlike others, I don't need sleep for beauty purposes. -No, I'm not saying I'm gorgeous and don't need it. I just gave up on sleep solving my eye baggage long ago and now invest in expensive creams, lotions and serums. Sleep is vital for my brain to function. I wonder, what would the husband do if he came home and found one of the kids stowed in the pantry on a shelf? Could I sleep in then?

 

Scenes from the day

Today we had an evaluation with a speech therapist for Bug. Baby Al and I were allowed in the room to watch. It was really all I could do not to laugh out loud.

Here are just a few things I heard.

ST showing a picture of a boy holding his stomach: This little boy seems to be holding his stomach. What do you think he's feeling?

Bug: When you stomach hurt you sometimes po up. Then you should po up in the pash can. 

Translation: .....sometimes you throw up and you should throw up in the trash can. This was a valuable lesson learned this week when Bug had the stomach flu. He rolled over with his hand over his mouth saying he needed to 'give up'. His mouth was aimed at my face. I had to lay the ground work for future throw up sessions by telling him that no one should ever throw up (give up) on a mama. Always hit the trash can. He listened well.

ST: Here is a picture of a boy with dirty hands. What should he do?

Bug: When my hands is dirty my mommy says, "DON'T suck your thumb. You get germs". 

ST: What do you like to eat with a spoon?

Bug: (leaning forward with elbows on the table) Hmmmm. Let me tink about this. I like to play in the water with my poon.

ST: Can you point to the little shoes?

Bug: No. No, no no. You can't wear Baby Al's shoes. They too little for you. You wear you own shoes.

I was in tears in the back of that room. Yes, I think she caught all of his problem areas. And no, I don't think those were the answers she wanted from him. But by golly they made sense. My child cracks me up. He knew some things I never thought he would remember. Kids are like sponges! I'm just glad he didn't tell her that she has a gina or curse at her. All in all, it was a very good day out in public.