Did they teach you that in med school???

Good doctors are hard to find and when you find them, you want to cling to them for life. I found what I thought was the BEST doctor in the world after Katrina. I had been seeing the family doctor, Dr. G, until that point. However, on a visit to Dr. G prior to Katrina (because my life is now divided into pre- and post-Katrina) I noticed that she was slowly starting to lose her mind. Either that or she was on some good drugs.

Anytime a doctor takes a sharp breath when you tell her that you're on birth control because you have bad cramps and don't want to get pregnant is a sign to run. Well, I ran and I never looked back.

After Katrina, I decided to seek a new doctor and happened upon Dr. D. She was awesome. The first time I saw her, she took the time to sit there and talk after we had dealt with what I was there for. After talking, she sent me on my merry way to get poked and prodded all in preparation for nursing school. A couple of months later when I went back to get the results and the paperwork filled out, she walked into the room and picked up where our conversation had left off. How many times can you say that your doctor has taken more than the standard 5 minutes with you??? Not often, but this happened twice in 3 months. I was sold. She was going to be my doctor for life. Then, all of a sudden, that changed.

Just days before I was going to call in and arrange for a TB test, I got a letter in the mail saying that she was leaving the hospital and her last day would be June 30th. Imagine my heartache when I got this letter on her last day. In a mad dash, the next day I called the office to try to get another doctor to replace her, but there really is no replacing her. As luck would have it, I got an appointment for a couple of weeks later.

So, this past Tuesday I went to my appointment with Dr. B, the new doctor. He walks in the exam room with this leggy blonde. He introduces her, but I could care less who she is because all I really want to do is get my damn TB test and prescription for muscle relaxers and go home. When he asked what I was there for and I told him, his reply was "is that all?" I don't know what he was looking for me to say, but I wasn't saying it. I'm not sure if he was trying to impress this blonde chick or what, but he came off as a pompous ass. The conversation was so not natural. I just wanted him to shut up so I could get out of there.

Eventually he did shut up and I finally went on my way to get the TB test at the injection clinic, which I had to direct myself to because he had no clue where it is. Seriously, how do you not know where things are in the hospital you've been working at for the past 4 years????

Needless to say, I will NOT be going back to him. If I have to, I'll go to every doctor in that office until I find someone that can even compare to Dr. D. Is it wrong that I want to look up her home phone number and stalk her until she agrees to take me back on as her patient???