I'm Going to Scream!

Warning: This may contain foul and offensive language...but someone done messed with the wrong Mommy!

Today Jeffery had an appointment with a pediatric gastrointestinal (GI) doctor. I was suppose to make the follow up visit for a month after his prior visit which was probably about 6months ago...I know bad mommy, but seriously that was the time Jeff's car broke down, the kids started school and Jeffery's therapy started shortly after, it was a crazy time! The reason he goes to a GI is because he keeps having accidents in his pants and he don't realize he's having them, we've dealt with this for probably over a year now, and I'm at my wits end! The 1st visit 6months ago the GI doctor told me to give him Miralax 3 times in 1 day (once an hour for 3 hours) and then once a day after that. Well did that and after 2 weeks there was no difference at all...nothing! I quit giving it to him.

Ok, fast forward to today, I had the family therapist who comes about once a week, sometimes twice get a company car and drive us over since Jeff needed the van for work, and I had someone on stand by to watch Jaylin and Jaxon if we weren't home by the time he had to leave...this took a lot of coordinating, having the therapist get here at a certain time to pick us up, I had to go pick up Jeffery and Jaylin from school, make sure Jeff was awake when I left for the doctor office, then make sure Amy was going to be here on time to watch Jaxon and Jaylin til I got home. Everything was working to plan, we made it there on time (well a few minutes late...it's a good thing we left early!) we got all checked in and Jeffery was weighed and his height done (he's 47lbs and 47in I think) Then the student doctor come in (this is a teaching hospital) to get the basics...everything was awesome, Jeffery was cooperating and in a great mood, and so was I. The therapist was sitting there and we chit chatted while we waited for the doctor to come in.

Now here is where I get pissed! The doctor walks in and the first thing he says to me is "You were suppose to come back after a month, it's been 6months! What happened?" (he had an awful tone with me!) I explained the situation and he just got an attitude with me. Then he fussed at me for not continuing with the treatment he ordered...I explained it wasn't working and he bitched that was the reason we needed to come back after a month...well excuse me, I already explained why we couldn't come back at that time! He then brought up Kluge, which is in the same city as this GI specialist (it's over an hour away from where we live) and he asked if I follow up with them...I told him I do, and he said WHEN!?!?! What the fuck business is it of his?!?!?! I explained that I have been emailing with the nurse for Jeffery's doctor and I have everything under control.

Ok, I'm going to pause here...but so far to me (this is just to me, you can disagree if you want I won't hold it against you) he is pretty much saying I suck! I'm a bad mother because I didn't follow up with **1** appointment! Just because I don't follow up with assholes don't mean I don't follow up with doctors at all! That is what pissed me off the most!

Then he asked about the medication Kluge put Jeffery on and if he's still on it, he's not and then I get this look like "oh, I bet she just took him off because she felt like it and not because the doctor told her" (that wasn't said...but probably was going through his head!) I explained to him that I had emailed the nurse when Jeffery had a bad reaction to the med and wasn't sleeping, he drilled me for more information about medication for Jeffery because he's on the autism spectrum (not officially yet, but they're thinking he's Asperger's) and I explained that his doctor didn't want to put him on anything else at the time and I had spoke to the doctor's nurse (each doctor has their own nurse apparently in Kluge) and she spoke with the doctor himself and decided to just take him off of it completely! Of course he rolled his eyes at this and then changed the subject about how smart Asperger's people can be and he went to college where half his class was Asperger's and such like that. I know Jeffery is smart, duh!

Alright, let's get back to the GI stuff...he felt Jeffery's belly and apparently there is some blockage in there he said he wants Miralax to try again to get it out, this time give him 4 doses in 1 day to flush him out. This time, he wants me to bring him back in 2 weeks! What the hell man! Just because I introduced you to the family therapist who drove me, you think we all want to come back in 2 weeks because you want to be an ass!? Oh, let me tell you, he talked directly to her half this time, like SHE was in charge, asked if she is "observing" me! I need a babysitter now!?!?! He even give his card to her about making the appointment! She looked dumbfounded about it all, it was so uncalled for by him! Talking to her like she needs to make sure I keep up with his treatment.

Let me tell you, I was tearing up at one point because I was so pissed at him the way he talked to me. When I get mad, I cry...he made me get up and feel Jeffery's belly...like I don't believe him that he has blockage there. Then he tapped me on the shoulder when he was trying to make a point and to be honest, he did it a bit too hard for my liking. It's boiling my blood again just writing this post because I'm so ticked off that he talked to me the way he did. I can't tell you how many times he brought up the fact that it took us 6months to come back. Well why would we want to come back and see a doctor we didn't care for who acted like he didn't care about what was really going on...the first visit we had with him he was blah, I got a bad vibe from him, but that's not the reason I didn't make the appointment...although it did make me lose my motivation a little.

So, I give Jeffery his 4 doses tonight...should be a nice full diaper in the morning...joy joy...NOT! Then I'll give him his daily dose after school each day...and I have to call in the morning to set up his appointment for 2 weeks away. I am going to make it when I can go alone (Or Amy said she'd go with me to smack the shit out of him talk to him for me when I got too mad)

Please, someone tell me if you think I'm overreacting. I don't think I am, I talked to the therapist on the way home and told her how I felt and she said she could see how I could sense that was how he was coming off. Of course I didn't let her know I was THIS mad...she did see me get pretty mad when I told him if he kept talking to me that way there wouldn't be a follow up visit...then his smart ass said "well you can go find another doctor, but it won't do any good if you don't listen to them like you don't listen to me" I wanted to smack him! I had to put my hands in my pockets to keep them to myself because my blood was BOILING!

Ok, I'm going to end this rant now. I got it off my chest! I feel slightly better.