I've been trying to make an appointment at my clinic for two weeks for a follow up from the miscarriage. They tell me that no appointments are available for the week and that I either have to call back, or they transfer me to an urgent care line to see if I can be seen that way. Everytime I get transfered, I have to leave a message which no one calls back.
The past three days I was feeling really crappy in my lower abdominal region and I wasn't sure if I was having a problem with something related to the miscarriage or if I was just developing one of my many horrible UTI's, so I called the clinic bitching like a maniac about how I haven't been able to get my follow up and I don't want to be transfered to people who aren't going to help me anymore. The nurse on the line listened to what I was feeling and then said that she felt that I should go to the ER just in case.
So I called hubby away from work and he drove me down there, just to find out a half an hour later that they were not going to be seeing anyone in the waiting area for some time because they had a bunch of ambulances come in and they only have 25 beds. Ask me how the second biggest base only has one ER with only 25 beds...but whatever, that's the way it is. So, the last time a situation like this happened at the ER, they started directing some people to their clinics so that is what I decided to do.
I left and went to the clinic as a walk in, which you are not supposed to do. The nurse I ended up speaking to was a TOTAL bitch about that too. The beginning of our conversation goes as follows:
Nurse: So you were instructed to go to the hospital and you just decided that you weren't going to do that huh?
Me: (holds up wrist with hospital bracelet still on it) No, I just came from there. They said that no one was going to be seen for a long time, so I came here.
Nurse: Ok, well you DO realize that we are NOT A WALK IN CLINIC right?
Me: Uh huh.
Nurse: Ya know, anyone here would have said that it was completely ridiculous of you to leave the ER.
Me: Well, I think it's ridiculous that a woman who had a miscarriage has to jump through hoops in order to get a follow up to make sure her uterus isn't about to fall.
Nurse: (gives me a dirty look)
So in the end, after stress of trying to make an appointment, dealing with a bitchy nurse, and feeling like crap for days, I find out I do infact have a UTI and now my pee is orange and I feel miserable.
Just had to vent a bit. Thanks for dealing with my rant like usual everyone
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