Aug 11, 2010

Don't Cry Over Spilled Milk

I didn't cry over the spilled milk this morning - I laughed. I'd say for me that's coming pretty far from the girl 7 years ago that yelled at my hubby for spilling coffee on the living room floor. I not only laughed...I ran and got the camera to document Tristan's first mess....er....didn't realize that he could reach that high yet. Let's all be thankful that it was a bowl of baked oatmeal covered in milk and not a hot mug of coffee. :(
I ALSO didn't cry when I took Tristan to get his stitches removed this morning and had to wait in the waiting room for an hour because of some confusion on the doctor's office part. Such a nightmare this whole "slice through the finger" episode in our lives has become. I'm just going to begin to always expect ALL doctors to look at me in disbelief every time one of our children gets hurt...to look at me and ask in that condescending yet not "blaming" tone ...."So, how exactly did he get cut on a glass pitcher?" And while we're at it....I'd like to suggest that "People Skills" should start being a course that all doctors should have to complete before earning their Phd or doctorate or whatever certificate it is that they get to rule the world and our minds. Just saying - I'm tired of their "we know everything" attitude.
Needless to say, I came home in kind of a huff and Zac just looked at me and said "you need to stop getting so worked up every time you go to the doctor. You know...you don't have to go back...you do have a choice. You can just say 'thank you for your time' and then cancel your next appointment." Hmmmm...there's a thought. I think I felt empowered...I'll be calling tomorrow to do just that. It wasn't that I was only just upset about the stitches...the glass pitcher...the look on certain faces when they found out that the baby wasn't up to date on his vaccinations...it was the way the doctor looked at me when I broached (can I use that word?) the subject about finding me some help with how to communicate with Brayden. It was my first time trying to find some help for our little boy and I was treated like I was making a mountain out of a mole hill.
I ALSO didn't cry when I tasted my can of soup at lunch. It's very abnormal for me to buy canned anything...nevertheless a soup...but it was organic and it was on sale and I thought "hmmm...there's an easy meal to make for myself when I'm in a hurry." It was gross and I was hungry...it went down the drain and I feasted on chocolate cake. Moral of this paragraph is - don't ever trust a can of soup. Homemade is always best.
I DID cry when I looked around at every room of my house and it was 100% disaster land. Crying at a mess is not normal for me...but let's face it....I'm hormonal and needed to shed a few tears. Maybe it was all of the already talked about day I had had...maybe it really was the mess- I'm not sure. What I do know is that it felt good to cry and I think I'm gonna do it more often. Zac left to coach and I rolled up my sleeves in my mind (I have on a tank top) and got to work. Things are starting to get back in order in my head and I told Zac that I refused to cook dinner...well, I sweetly asked if he would bring me a burrito back with him.:)
Tomorrow, first on my agenda is calling a certain doctor's office and cancelling my appointment and feeling in control for 20 brief seconds....and then maybe I'll just make a big pot of soup.
If any of my readers are doctors...I didn't mean to step on any toes. I take that back - I totally did. Consider your toes crushed.

3 comments:

The Toplovs said...

Oh no!!! It really must be the doctor you have, since it would be unfair to assume all doctors are on a power trip. Some of them are (I've had some less than enjoyable visits), but I've met some very awesome doctors with perfect bedside manners, compassionate, helpful, etc... It's probably time you change your family doctor; I'm gonna bet there are some other great ones out there!

CorleyAunt said...

Well...first of all, they don't call it "practicing" medicine for no reason. They DON'T know it all and I think that "attitude" they adopt is their defense mechanism for feeling so unsure about what they do. That being said, my wonderful Dr. Brown has set the bar for ALL my dr.'s. If they don't measure up to him, they're history! AND I have learned to speak up and "call" any dr. on a wrong attitude. I've gotten varied responses to this...but I really don't mind. It's MY health and MY dollar, for pity's sake! You see, I firmly believe my mama died in part because dr.'s just took one look at her and because of her size, turned off listening to what she was saying. So Mel and I have not really trusted 'em since...until they prove themselves. My wonderful Dr. Brown says that any dr. who can't take honest questions shouldn't be in practice. So...there. You CANCEL that appointment AND tell them why! Maybe after a few patients (and exactly WHY are we called patients? Probably because we have to exhibit so much of it waiting!) doing the same, he/she will get the message and decide to change their ways...or not...but at least YOU won't have to worry about them and feeling nervous going in! I assure you, there are GREAT dr.s out there!

Madeline said...

Sounds like you have a rotten doctor. Get a new one for sure!

And, yay for not crying over spilled milk. :)

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