the frustrations continue

i’m really beginning to lose faith in emory as a good place for fertility treatment. remember the ridiculous injection training i had to attend last week? i didn’t think anything could be more of a waste of time than that. boy was i wrong.

today’s maternal fetal medicine counseling session couldn’t even be called a session. i was early for my appointment and still had to wait for 45 minutes before being seen by the doctor. and i use the term doctor very loosely here.

she finally came in the room, and this is the exchange we had:

doctor: what medicines are you on?
me: enbrel and etodolac.
doctor: does your rheumatologist know you’re taking those?
me: uh….she *prescribed* them.
doctor: how are you feeling?
me: fine.
doctor: oh, so you’re cured?
me: um….no. all arthritis patients have pain, but for the most part it’s tolerable.
doctor: when are you going back to the reproductive center?
me: when i get pregnant.
doctor: you don’t have to go every week?
me: uhh…no?
doctor: have you had any surgeries?
me: carpal tunnel and a laparoscopy.
doctor: oh, was the laparoscopy for arthritis pain?

i totally wanted to say “yes, i had arthritis in my uterus”, but i was good and i didn’t. i really am questioning her medical credentials. and, if you hadn’t noticed, that was all information she could have gotten from my doctor’s office upstairs or taken over the phone. none of that required me to drive 40 minutes each way. besides, she should have known my situation, especially since my doctor said the appointment was to discuss how clomid could interact with the other medicines i’m on. she knew absolutely nothing about my plan.

so, i’m a little annoyed. besides that lovely appointment, joe called when i was on my way to find out what floor the mfm office was on, and he was told i had to register with admissions. for a counseling session? joe told them it would have been nice if they had told me that *before* i was on my way. and i got a hospital bracelet. and was told i was having an ultrasound.

i think the departments at emory need to start working together.

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Hi! I’m a wife to a wonderful husband, mom to a beautiful and active (to put it lightly) kiddo, and fur-mom to 3 crazy cats. I’m a former journalist. I quit my full time job two years ago. Now, I am a freelance writer and a virtual assistant for several bloggers!

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Comments

  1. Joe says:

    So you’re saying it was a beneficial visit right? I sort of skipped over some parts but it sounds like it went well. Good! 🙂

  2. Chas says:

    You have a right to be frustrated. I’m not sure what they were trying to accomplish with this visit…and it if it was just to discuss your medications then why couldn’t your RE just do that at his office? This is really foreign to me…not how my clinic works at all. If you only lived a little closer to Chatt!!

  3. Devoted Mama says:

    You would think w/all the raves given to Emory & the “expertise” they’re *supposed* to have, you’d get better service! Sorry it was so crummy & hope they get their act (s) together!

  4. jamie says:

    wow… i would not have expected that from emory, either! good for you for holding your tongue with your “doctor.” i might not have been as patient with her =)

  5. omg that would be a great big old GRRRR from me if I was there… and I would of been snoty lol… some doctors just need to be punched lol… I think it might be time to move on to a different place…

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