7 Weeks 2 Days: That bloody hospital

Second post for the day I know, but this really needs writing while I'm still fuming.

I called imaging this morning to make an appointment and they were less than helpful. The first woman suggested that the only thing I could do is change my doctor's appointment. The second said I could come in and wait for someone to fit me in, but it could be all day. So. I called the Burnie imaging office to see if they could be a bit more helpful, and the lady found me a cancellation at Latrobe. She booked me in and we headed off to the appointment. Key word: appointment.

When we got there the stupid receptionist that I spoke to the second time said they'd given it to someone else and we would just have to wait!! I was mad. I was beyond mad actually, I was damn right pissed off.

Then some other idiot came out to talk about our "complaint" and tried to justify giving away our appointment and just managed to make me even madder still. After waiting with a full bladder (pushing on an already damaged uterus, yeah great) we finally got in - an hour after the appointment time.

I asked about the size of the bleed and she said "well that's not what I'm looking for, its more important to see that the embryo is viable" so I tried to explain calmly that its actually exactly what she should be looking for but what would I know. She then very clearly said "I'll just check you're ovaries and then you can go" Drew heard her say it. I said "What about the baby's heart rate?" and she said that if I was patient she was getting to that! I was gobsmacked that she clearly didn't know what she was supposed to be doing! Then she refused to tell me the size of the bleed until I really started to yell.

So. That's how my morning went. What I managed to weasel out of the bitch is that the heart rate is 122bpm and the bleed has shrunk to less that 1mm. Good news ruined by yet another shitty experience at that bloody hospital!