My Angry Tirade Aside

NOTE: Previous angry rant about specialist from poop story now has its own post. Read on if you dare.

I did not like her. She seemed pleasant enough I guess on the surface... when I met her TWO HOURS AFTER WE ARRIVED. OK, sorry for the caps, but one does not wait happily for that long in a tiny exam room with a one year old who is hungry, very tired and still angry from the FIRST doctor's visit. I was further perturbed by the fact that the whole time we were there, there was only one other patient in the whole office who was rather perturbed herself. Her older children were even less impressed.

I took to wandering the halls with E so he wouldn't get bored and saw the doctor working on the computer. I really hope it was important.

Now, one of my biggest pet peeves is being made to wait or being treated rudely without explanation or apology. Guess what? She breezed into the room without either. Strike 2.

Strike 3 came when she insisted that my son's name was pronounced differently than it is. No, not just pronounced differently, but pronounced differently because she decided that one of the letters in his name HAD to be substituted for a different one. It would be like if you insisted my name was pronounced "BARD" even though it's spelled "BARB." She made it a big point to write it phonetically in the file. OK, fine. I'm glad she wants to remember. But it falls a little flat if after that you wrinkle your nose and say, "Does it mean something?" Yes lady, it means something just like all names do. It's a name. It's an old, common name in some parts of the world. It's a name you yourself have come across in the movies. Wait, you've heard of it? THEN WHY THE CONFUSION?

OK, I admit, by that point I was mostly annoyed by the wait and lack of apology but still. sigh.

The fourth strike (don't worry, there are only 5) was the worst for me. My baby was very tired, very hungry, annoyed, and very done with doctors. If you also remember, he is not a fan of the strangers touching him thing. So you can imagine the shrieking that started when she examined his belly and measured his head. But that tough doctor showed my one year old bully! She berated him for crying in a tone usually reserved for older children who can comprehend scorn. Ooooooohh... not your job lady! And certainly not your job when you are 90% of the reason he has reached this point!

Lastly, she breezed out the door with a "Bye E," but no directions as to where to go to get my scripts and no "closure" for the appointment. If I see her again, I just may trip her.

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