I went to the doctor this morning after getting roughly 3 1/2 hours of sleep. I took a cab to the clinic because I knew it was going to be a doozy.
Put my name on the list, I'm number 7. It is 9:30.
At 12:30, my name still hadn't been called. I go to the receptionist. She claimed they called my name at 10:30 O_O
I hadn't moved. My name wasn't called.
Fine. I go to the first lady. She asks why I'm there. I tell her my symptoms. She's looks at me dumb-founded. She's like oh, btw I called your name at 10:30. I look at her as if I could kill her right then and there. She moves on. I've never been there before. She gives me a paper to go register. I go register. The registration lady tells me I have to see a financial officer to tell me how much my care will cost. There's a line. I wait. The 2 people in front of me are called in and I wait. After 20 more minutes, one of the ladies asks if I put my name down to be called. I say, its my first time there. No one told me to do that and I saw a line. Thought people would see me and call me in.
Yo, the communication at this clinic is a little too ridiculous!
Fine. Go back up. Put my name back on the list. Wait. My height and weight are taken. I'm 5"2 1/2. I thought I was 5"1. I need to lose weight. The doctor calls me shortly after. I hate male gynos. He's an old African man which makes it easier because after years of seeing vajajays, he seems less than enthusiastic about seeing mine.
He does the pap smear. I must say the lil speculum thing really hurt. Nothing's gone up there in a while. I was thinking about how hellish the first time I have sex will be. Ouch. Anyways...
He swabs. Blah blah blah. He says he's going to put me on birth control, take a pregnancy test, urine cultures.
I tell him I'm not going on the pill. I can't swallow pills. He's like...oh swallowing pills is easy. Blah blah blah. I'm out of patience and I don't need to hear no lectures on taking pills. Heard them my whole life. I say, "Look. I'm not going on birth control." He stops talking. I pee in my cup. Get written a prescription, am prescribed a cream and pills (they don't come in a liquid form) antibiotics and go get it filled.
In 2 weeks, we'll see what the problem is...
Why do you have to go to the basement to get your prescription filled, go to the first floor, pay for it and then go back down to the bsmt to pick it up? Everything about this experience pissed me off.
At least it was $32 total. $20 for the exam and $12 for the prescription.
At the end of the day, I guess you get what you pay for.
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