I was given some {somewhat} bad news this week. But before I share it, let me tell you what I went through to find it out.
Tuesday while I was at work my phone started ringing. My OBGYN's office was calling. I immediately answered and was told that after my doctor viewed my most recent lab work, he wanted to see me immediately. They scheduled my appointment for the next morning {amazing right? I mean if you call to schedule an appointment it's a three week wait, but sure I'll take a next day appointment}. I arrive at the office and the nurse almost immediately calls me back. She goes over the normal stuff, what medications I'm taking, why I'm here, pharmacy, ya know the norm. Then she looks at me a very seriously asks "Do you have a family history of breast, ovarian, or colon cancers?" Then leaves the room.
15 minutes.
15 frickin' minutes alone to think the worst.
15 frickin' minutes alone to think that I was about to be referred to oncology based on labs or told I'd never be able to have a kid.
15 minutes in hell.
Then my OB comes in, all smiles, and discussed my labs. Reason for the visit? To tell me if the next round of clomid doesn't take we have to increase the dosage, and go from there.
What did we learn from this?
It took 15 minutes and $35 to decide that I hate my OB's nurse.
Also, I'm fine, apparently she just neglected to inform me that she needed to update my family history in my chart. Who does that?!?! I mean for Pete's sake, I do this everyday and if I need to update a history, I inform the patient {well, their parent, as I'm a pediatric nurse} that I need to do some updates, as not to freak them out.
*Happy Saturday*
