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I showed up a half hour before my scheduled appointment time as instructed, although I have no idea why they bothered. At the scheduled appointment time, I was finally called in to do vitals, which consisted of having my weight checked (I'm three pounds heavier than I was at the beginning of the month, which is unusual for me since I usually have to fight to stay over 100 and I've been eating less because when I'm not nauseous I don't have any appetite), being asked yet again if I smoke, drink or have unsafe sex, and when I was a good patient and told the nurse, Dianne Bailey-Holland [called Mean Women's Health Nurse when I initially made this post] what vitamins and dosages I was taking in response to the current medication question, was sternly lectured I'm going to damage my liver with the vitamin A.

(Background on the vitamins: after wasting two days in the clinic earlier this month without help and barely able to function, I dug into our collection of medical and alternative/complementary therapy texts. Calculating a single dose of hormones to get me back on track would have been my first choice, but in lieu of that I've chosen to use vitamins to ease the hot flashes and bleeding. Since 3 July, I've been taking 8000 IU of vitamin A, a "high potency" B complex, 1g vitamin C, and 400 IU vitamin E daily.)

After vitals, I was called up by a provider whose name I didn't catch (it wasn't the primary women's health provider but she had a plain white labcoat on over civvies so I couldn't see her rank or last name) and taken into an office, not an exam room, where I was told my pelvic ultrasound was clear aside from a 1x2cm cyst on my left ovary and since I wasn't complaining of pain I was free to go. No Pap or exam (I was there for a full gyno exam), nothing when I asked except for an offer to put me on the Pill if I wanted it.

I'm trying to get ahold of the patient advocate (base locator gave me the base information number when I called, base information didn't have a number for anything with "advocate" in the name except for Family Advocacy, which is a different service entirely -- told you everything takes six times as long around here) and Himself will be bending the ear of his First Sergeant as soon as he can get ahold of him.

Needless to say, I am damnably pissed off at the joke that passes for women's healthcare at the base clinic. If I can get my hands on my test results and so on from earlier this month, I'll post them for everyone's edification.


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Jul. 17th, 2003 08:50 am (UTC)
Y'know, I'm in a very cranky mood. While it seems like a ludicrously bad idea to offter a kick to the head to someone on a military base, I'd like to anyway.

What idiots! This must be so frustrating for you. :( Bah! Arg!
Jul. 17th, 2003 10:43 pm (UTC)
They won't let you have access to the records. COUNT on it! (Too much chance for a law suit). Thus, you should DEMAND them RIGHT AWAY! (Do not waste time! Do it TODAY!)

Oh, and, by now you have realized that you should NEVER accept treatment from someone that you don't know. That is much more dangerous than having SEX with someone you don't know!!!

Find out who they are, what they are going to do, and what qualifications they have BEFORE they treat you. And, if they don't meet your standards, DEMAND better!! You have the RIGHT to do so!

I'm 3/4 tempted to call a senator over that, myself! (YOU should be, TOO!!) The only reason I don't is that I haven't talked to you specifically about it. You should NOT allow poor treatment. You are STUCK with whatever PA's they happen to throw at you. You do NOT have to accept pathetic treatment.

If nothing else, that's just damn BAD bedside manner!

Give me their number and let ME have a word with them. heh... they won't be fucking up much after that. (I have been noted for being able to chew an ass better than MOST First Sergeants -- what I think you guys call a "Top-shirt"... an E-8, yes? I can have most GUYS in tears after just a few minutes... But, it's not MY doing... I only note what THEY did. Then, they get to accept responsibility... and thus the tears.)

Oh, and, I have noticed that SUDDEN action happens by simply mentioning, "So, who has responsibility if people aren't thorough? I mean, I've done MY research and am here because I'm CONVINCED that something SPECIFIC is wrong... so... who hangs if I'm right and uhm... others are not?"

This answers an unexpected question: "Are they a DOCTOR or an ASSISTANT?"

Remember, an assistant's job is to get YOU out of the way for the "serious patients." (I.e., the ones the doctors find interesting.)
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