I am not sure if I have complained about the crappy military insurance on this blog. If not, in a nutshell – it sucks! Even though I am 10 weeks pregnant I had to go to my primary military provider in order to get my pregnancy “confirmed” so that I can graduate from the RE and go back to my regular OB (who is not a military doctor, we live far enough from the base to qualify for a civilian doctor). My RE gave me all the required paperwork to make this transition as seamless as possible.
After a simple pee test confirmed that I was indeed pregnant (thank goodness!) all I had to do was wait to see the “Doctor.” I won’t even go into what a piece of shit doctor she is on a regular basis. Luckily all I have to see her for is referrals.
When the “doctor” comes in she is relived that she doesn’t have to do any real work because all I need is a referral. All she needs to do is write down the date of my last period (12/22) and my expected due date (9/27). Then she asks if I would like to go back to the OB I used last time, since this is my second child. I tried to explain to her that I do not have any children when she rudely cut me off and said that I had been pregnant before.
Gasp! Yes, you read that right. This dumbass did not put two and two together even though it is in the fucking chart! Apparently she thought it was normal for her to refer me to an RE (in June) when I was 8 months pregnant with my first child (due date would have been July). I calmly explained that I miscarried - you’ve never seen someone back out of a room so fast. No “I’m sorry” or anything.
Next I had to go to the referral nurse to get the necessary paperwork that allows me to go back to the OB. This is when I realize that the “Doctor” got the only two things she had to do wrong – she had my last period as February 20 and my due date as 9/23. How in the hell is my due date at 7 months?!
The referral nurse said the dates weren’t the only thing the “Doctor” got wrong. She also had me down as having one pregnancy but no living children. I could not believe I had to have the same fucking conversation again – not two minutes later. I again calmly explained that I had a miscarriage with my first pregnancy. You think she would say something nice or at least have the decency to keep her mouth shut. Instead she says, oh so then you really don’t have any living children. WTF?!?!
I grabbed my paperwork and got the hell out of there. I mean seriously, I can’t possibly be the first woman to have a miscarriage at this clinic. I now have a name/number to call and complain. I just can’t believe the lack of sensitivity of these people!
I understand that there are many qualified and caring people who work in the military clinics. I just had the unfortunate experience of dealing with a few of the duds.
Good news is I have another ultrasound this afternoon! I can’t wait to see how much he/she has grown!!