I don't know why, but for some reason this story came to me today.
About 7 or 8 years ago, (after having K) I need to make my usual Geno appointment. The Dr. that delivered her was on vacation or something. I really don't remember but I remember I didn't want to use him. I found a new Dr. that took our insurance and was a female, it's usually more comfortable having a female.
The day of my appointment arrived. After having a baby, this type of thing is routine. I think my reason for doing it was birth control anyway!
I walk into the office. The Dr. was sitting at the desk, (Is she the receptionist too). She tells me to have a seat she will call me back soon. I felt like I walked back into time. The furniture and lighting in the waiting room was from the 50's. Not the nice stuff now, that is made to look like it's from the 50's but actually from the 50's. I feel odd and blow it off thinking, the Dr. is old and I'm sure remodeling is expensive. As long as everything back in the room is ok.
She calls me back, I go in the room. Of course she leaves so I can get ready for the exam. This room too looked like it was out of the 50's. I am freaking out, thinking there is no way this lady is going to exam me. I did the first thing I thought of. I act like I get a phone call and talk to someone. I then walk out and tell her, I'm sorry I have to go, my baby is sick and I dash out of there! I feel bad for the lady but OMG that place gave me the creeps! All I could think about is this lady is going to hurt or kill me and sell my organs LOL....
Has something like this happened to you?
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Good for you- trusting your instincts! I would have left too. I can't recall ever doing anything like this but I am sure I have some where along the way.
ReplyDeleteI didn't do it at the doctor office but I did do it at a chinese restaurant. I went in and placed a order. After placing the order I noticed some meat in the back sitting on the floor in a pan.(ugh) I told her I was going to my car and would be right back. She hasn't seen me since.
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ReplyDeleteI actually had this feeling in a job interview! I came into the "lobby" (if you can call it that) and sat down to be called back so I could speak with the boss. The receptionist was very nice, but she stood up and had to bend over to get something giving me a charming clear view of her thong creeping up the top of her pants (better known as whale-tail) along with her lower back tattoo. I am not judging that she has a tattoo (I have two tattoos)--I just didn't need to see it OR the thong. That was my first icky impression. Then the dog ran through the lobby. Yes, I said DOG. Again, I love animals and am a huge dog person. If I had the space and time, I’d adopt and shelter 10 dogs. However, I didn't think it was appropriate to have a dog running around in the lobby--this wasn't a park! When I got back to the bosses office I noticed the chair that I had to sit in looked like he dragged it out of the dumpster. For that matter, every piece of furniture looked like that. I know he could tell how uncomfortable I was given the fact that I had a bear-hug on my purse the entire time and I think I probably hovered over the chair like it was a nasty public toilet seat. I wanted to run, but I felt it would be unprofessional; I had scheduled the interview, and I was determined to see it through. Then came the last straw. The "boss-man" proceeded to tell me how much he made a year. I couldn't believe it! I think I actually shook my head in that rapid “what-did-you-say?!?” motion. After I remembered I wasn’t alone and needed to mask my feelings a little bit better, I said, “Uh-huh. Sounds good.” That’s about all. At that point I knew that he knew that I knew, I was NOT gonna work there!
ReplyDeleteremember me? it's been a while friend. hope you'll visit again ;)
ReplyDeleteOK, I totally had to laugh about selling your organs. Kids are always great excuses. For everything! I'm glad you still have your innards!
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