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Well, that was a monumental waste of time.
Feb. 8th, 2013 12:44 pmAna has been having headaches. She's still active and chipper and capable of running around having fun, but we were still paying attention. After she got sick she started a headache that has been ongoing for several days now, and I finally told her that we were going in to the doctor.
Her doctor wasn't in today, so instead of being seen in pediatrics we went to urgent care, and the doctor THERE sent us to the ER. We didn't stop for dinner or books on the way, but the doctor at the ER came close to actual laughter when I reported how urgent Dr. Panic made it sound. She was pretty irritated when she looked at the form and found he hadn't even put his own name on it, just stamped the name of Ana's usual doctor, whom she said doesn't panic as easily. (I know.)
Since the only thing wrong IS the headache, she said probably nothing's really wrong, especially with a family history of migraines, so we went home and got pizza for dinner, with a promise to follow up whenever possible with her actual pediatrician because he's not going to send us on a wild goose chase. I feel like we spend half our lives at the doctor's office.
Total cost? $20 carfare, $35 dinner, several hours out of our lives that we will never get back.
I did learn something, though. We ever get saddled with that doctor again and I will take all his words with a hefty grain of salt. "Your kid has chickenpox!" "Thanks, but I want a second opinion." "The fact that her arm is at a funny angle is because it's broken!" "Great, can that be confirmed with a second opinion?" "She's dead, Jim, dead!" "Lovely. I'm just going to need a second opinion on that...."
Her doctor wasn't in today, so instead of being seen in pediatrics we went to urgent care, and the doctor THERE sent us to the ER. We didn't stop for dinner or books on the way, but the doctor at the ER came close to actual laughter when I reported how urgent Dr. Panic made it sound. She was pretty irritated when she looked at the form and found he hadn't even put his own name on it, just stamped the name of Ana's usual doctor, whom she said doesn't panic as easily. (I know.)
Since the only thing wrong IS the headache, she said probably nothing's really wrong, especially with a family history of migraines, so we went home and got pizza for dinner, with a promise to follow up whenever possible with her actual pediatrician because he's not going to send us on a wild goose chase. I feel like we spend half our lives at the doctor's office.
Total cost? $20 carfare, $35 dinner, several hours out of our lives that we will never get back.
I did learn something, though. We ever get saddled with that doctor again and I will take all his words with a hefty grain of salt. "Your kid has chickenpox!" "Thanks, but I want a second opinion." "The fact that her arm is at a funny angle is because it's broken!" "Great, can that be confirmed with a second opinion?" "She's dead, Jim, dead!" "Lovely. I'm just going to need a second opinion on that...."
