Monday, November 30, 2009

Occupational Hazards

My doctor is mad at me. Well...annoyed is probably a better description. This is a small town and the medical community is even smaller. So my doctor and I travel some of the same circles and associate with common people. Therefore, it was only a matter of time before he heard that I was pregnant.


His receptionist called me at home to set up an initial prenatal appointment and I could hear the tone of his voice in hers. Especially when I started arguing that it wasn't necessary to come in to the office yet. At the time, I was only 8 weeks along.


It isn't that, as a nurse, I think I know everything. It's just that I see no need to have my doctor tell me what I do already know...


Prenatal vitamins: check
Monitor weight: check
Moderate exercise: check
Proper nutrition: check


Other than that, the first prenatal includes blood tests that check for pregnancy or infections and to establish my blood type. All of which I also already know. So why hurry in?


That would be my personal philosophy on all my medical needs. If I have signs & symptoms of cold or flu, I live through it without ever discussing it with my doctor. Even if unusual symptoms become part of my days, I generally ignore it and wait to see if it goes away. That is sort of how he found out about this pregnancy so early on.


For several weeks (OK, months) I was having pain just below my left shoulder. When I finally went in for an appointment, my doctor scolded me - literally. I presented weak arguments that I do take these things seriously and I do understand the possibility of potential disease, but my trust isn't in the medical sciences. My trust is in the Lord for whatever may be happening to my body.


I get a blank stare., and an order for a mammogram.


Well, by the time I got around to actually going in for the mammo, I was pregnant - which means the test cannot be completed. Then the hospital staff calls the doctor's office and tattle-tales on me, and the doctor calls me and that brings us back to the phone call.


After a lengthy discussion with the receptionist, we agreed on an appointment date after my 1st trimester was up. She probably got in trouble for letting me convince her to put it off.


Anyway, the appointment is this week (which is actually my 13th week, not quite the 2nd trimester, so I did compromise!). Now, I prepare myself for the lecture. Really, I don't think I know everything. However, I do know God is in charge. So why worry?

3 comments:

Lori said...

You have my sympathies. I can't stand it when doctors insist on their way in non-essentials. (and now I conratulate myself on witholding my rant ;).

Mrs. Parunak said...

It's very encouraging to hear a nurse take a laid back approach toward health care! I especially liked your last line. As Christians, we really DON'T need to worry.

Tereza Crump aka MyTreasuredCreations said...

came over from conversion diary and have been reading your blog. My take on doctors and such are kind of like yours: I trust God more. :) your blog is great reading, thanks for sharing your heart.