I was all scheduled to discuss my latest greatest miscarriage with the old doctor at the crap office. The day before my appointment, a nurse called to tell me that my doctor has decided to end our physician-patient relationship because she is uncomfortable working with me. Sigh.
The facts were these: I was billed for two ultrasounds on one day. I paid for one. I called billing again and again and no one would explain it. I finally called insurance. Insurance suggested I write a letter about why I feel I should only be charged for one ultrasound. I did. The bills for the second ultrasound stopped, but it was months and months later when I finally got dumped. I guess this makes financial sense from their perspective–I complained. I am therefore uppity and not worth dealing with. It also makes good relationship sense–though I didn’t know it at the time, my letter, which I thought was directed at the billing department and the ultrasound tech, was coded to my physician, and incidentally, the only person I respected at that stupid office. Deserved or not, it made her look bad.
I can’t describe how weirdly rejected and awful it feels to have your doctor break up with you. But let me put it this way–she is one of three individuals who has seen my adult vagina. And she has found me and my vagina wanting.
On the other hand, it’s good in that it forces me to get out of a toxic environment. That office was full of rude people who consistently made mistakes. Now I’m doctor shopping. Insurance pointed me to a few providers who aren’t in the UltraMegaGlobalCorp and I’m visiting one next week. There is another doc I’d love to try, but he’s scheduled out until March. I am very concerned that this letter of mine will create some sort of black mark on my medical records. They wouldn’t make a Seinfeld episode about it if it didn’t ever happen.
So I guess if I had to identify my current doctor it would be a toss up between my chiropractor and my acupuncturist*. My acupuncturist just prescribed me some Chinese herbal medicine which should balance my Qi or something. It tastes something like Top Ramen minus the salt and flavor. However one of the herbs tastes like butt, so I bought gel capsules from the apothecary (yes, we have an apothecary) and now I get to make my own herb pills while watching TV. I get such a kick out of this, I feel like I’m a witch or Dr. Quinn or something.
*Every time I talk about my acupuncturist I think of Mulan’s ancestors saying, “Well we can’t ALL be acupuncturists!”