I am at once more relieved and more pissed off.
Having visited potential new family doctor number 2 [aptly named Dr. W, as was our former family doctor who moved far, far away], Mr.Q and I are both much more at ease with, not only the doctor – who presented as an absolutely honest, sincere care giver – but the clinic as well. Never mind the decor, the entire mood was vastly improved at clinic number 2 and it was, in general, a much easier place to be. Busy and a little bit of a commute, but oh-so much more inspiring of a little confidence and trust in the staff and doctors who work there. Kind of important, I figure…
All this just makes me crankier at both uninviting clinic and sketchy doctor number 1. Add to the that the questionable usefulness of the blood tests doctor number 1 ordered – the results for which are almost always elevated during pregnancy, so testing is not generally viewed as relevant until at least 6 weeks post-partum – and I really begin to wonder. Dr.R, at our next maternity visit later this week, had plans to ask how our family doctor search went. And I intend to tell her.
I just hope she takes my blood pressure reading beforehand.