Thursday, February 26, 2009

One Of Those Days

Ever have one of those days where you wake up and you just know that that day is going to be shit and you should stay in bed, but you get up anyways?

Today is one of those days for me.

And I should have known better too because, yesterday, I had a fantastic day. I felt great, got a lot of stuff done, actually cooked a meal. The kids were happy.

That was the calm before the storm.

I hate my new(er) local neurologist and am considering going somewhere else. And I don't think that it's me being irrational here.

For example:

Last Friday was my #2 Tysabri Infusion (which is going great!) and I'm in my little infusion room, watching Snapped (makes the hubs nervous), when my doctor walks in looking for samples of something.

I said "Hi, Dr. Goober" and she said "Oh, yes, well, hmm, hello."

I then said "I'm glad I saw you today, I need to ask you a question if you have a minute."

After that, I'm pretty sure that I witnessed her having a mini-breakdown. She was running her hands through her hair, and she said "No, no minutes today. There's never enough minutes! Where are those samples? I don't have time, make an appointment."

And she whisked out the door just as fast as she came in.

Odd, I thought.

But then the infusion nurse, who is really cool and a fellow Alabama dweller, tells me that she's like that a lot because she can't handle it being so busy.

Now, before I go on, I want you all to understand that I think a woman can do anything she sets her mind to.


For me, I don't like my doctors to be women. It's a personal preference.

I just think about how I kind of get a little...well....crazy when things are hectic and I just don't think I would be good being in that stressful position.

I mean, think about it, if say, you were allergic to nuts, would you go to work for Planters where you're handling the nuts and putting them in the little tins?

I wouldn't.

If you were once a woman but switched yourself to a man, but kept your nether organs, and then have a baby with your wife and you say "We don't want this baby to be picked on because of a different lifestyle", would you go on TV, magazine covers, countless interviews announcing to the whole world?

Well, that one wasn't a good example, but you get what I'm saying, right?

But then I start thinking about starting the whole, painful, long, drawnout process of starting over again with another local neuro.

There are a million other painful things I would rather have done to me than to have to do that again.

Here's my wish:

I would like to find a MALE neurologist who is on the cutting edge of everything with MS, have the compassion of a woman but the stability of a man, and who doesn't want to bother me with driving to his office, he'll just come to mine! And best of all, ALL SERVICES WOULD BE FREE!

What are the odds?


Bald Ben said...

Your Neurologist sounds like a jackass. One would think that being able to multi-task would be a requirment to be any kind of doctor, let alone a Neurologist. What does she do when a patient is exhibiting multiple symptoms that may have nothing to do with each other? That could be a pretty interesting freak out.

You should make an appointment show up and when she calls you in, lose it and tell her you have no time, too many things on your plate. It may cost you your co-pay but the satisfaction maybe well worth it.

Feel better. When things get ruff, my Mom, always sighs and says, "Better days are coming, Benjamin" I'm still waiting, but she's my Mom so I believe her.

pUNKrOCKfairy said...

I just got treated the same way by a female neurologist! I've now seen 3 different neuros related to the Fingolimod study. The 2 men, who had obviously been very busy and had lots of appointments, took their time to chat me up and ask me if I had questions at the end of the exam. The one woman I saw, rushed, kept interrupting me, and gave me the whole "my time is more valuable than yours" attitude. Now, I'm not paying any of these people because they work for the research group, but I think it's a horrible coincidence that the girl-doc is the "bitch" in the group. WTF? Why do they have to give all of the rest of us a bad name? Not only is my time just as important, but I'm sacrificing a LOT of it to participate in their research!

At my next appointment, I got sent to another office altogether to wait an hour to see an "available" (male) neuro, because SHE was too busy that day to squeeze me in. Meanwhile, I watched her standing in the hall talking about shoes and diet trends for 20 minutes. Grrr.