More Medical Drama

I know, I know, I never got back to you about the jerk doctor I saw before my doctor on the fourteenth. But I’ll tell you now, because this is where the drama began.

Well, there’s a bit of backstory. When I was seeing the RE, he ‘didn’t see a need’ for a semen analysis. This was before the paternity test, so there was no reason to think my husband was any more fertile than I am, but there you have it.

He said we’ll also ‘assume’ that my tubes are clear. Thanks, dude. Way to show that concern.

Anyway.

When I went for my ultrasound followup it was on my list to ask if family practice can order a semenalysis, or if we needed a referral to urology.

Jerk doctor’s first question was whether I had insurance or not. I knew it would be a great visit from there. He said there was no reason for me to be there, they couldn’t do anything for me anyway, and insisted I needed to see an OB instead. Wtf. After he hounded me about how often I took provera, because PRN was apparently not a good enough answer, I gave up trying to talk to the guy.

When he asked ‘anything else?’ I dared to ask about the semenalysis. His answer? ‘We don’t do that. There are clinics in town that do that if you can afford it.’ I was fuming by then, and just shut down. He actually noticed that something was wrong! In tears, I snapped that I came in today expecting to see MY doctor, not someone who didn’t care about patients at all.

He got my doctor.

She came in and asked what happened, and apologized when I told her he said he couldn’t do anything for me. She said she’d find out about the semenalysis and try to get me an earlier appointment at the women’s clinic. It turns out that yes, they can do that in family practice.

Today was my husband’s appointment. We had our fingers crossed that he could take care of business today, and we wouldn’t have to come back, but alas! Apparently, they only count sperm before lunchtime. So we go back in the morning. And he’ll have to do the deed there, because our travel time plus registration waits may equal too long. He’s not too excited about this.

But the real fun came at the financial office. When he registered today, they waived the copay so he could apply for free care, as long as he applies before his next appointment. Which is now tomorrow morning, so we went straight to the office afterward, with all the paperwork I brought when I applied.

That wasn’t enough for the guy who ‘helped’ us. I don’t know of too many other ways I can say ‘I do not have a self employment tax return for 2010 because I was not self employed until 2011.’ He couldn’t grasp that. Finally he got pissed and got his supervisor, I can only assume to tell me I was being stupid. Oops, guess who was being stupid? I hope he had fun copying every weekly invoice I had since last June. He didn’t have much to say after that.

But (duh) my husband was approved, and he should hear something by Friday about his results. Which I’m sure will be fine, and only serve to make me feel guilty. At least we’ll know, right?