Jan 25, 2011

In which you decide I must have one foot in the grave

I have my fourth dermatologist appointment of the last 12 months this morning, and as I was planning my day last night, I started thinking about how much time I spend in doctors' offices. Between me, the boys and Scout, as well as the one doctor's appointment a year for which I am Grayson's chauffeur, I am annually held captive in more waiting rooms than you can shake a stick at.

I'm more intimately familiar with Dr. Sanjay Gupta and Accent Health than you even want to know.

Here's what I've tallied up for 2009, just to give you an idea:

Dentist: 2
Dermatologist: 3
Neurologist: 4
GP: 3
Ophthalmologist: 1 (And who besides me always wants to spell that "Opthamologist"?)


Dentist: 2
Pediatrician: 2 well visits (just Jake and Nick), 4 sick visits (Jake only, croup and RSV) = 6
Dermatologist: 2 (just Jake and Nick)


Grayson handled half the boys' visits, but then I have to add back the appointment I take him to. Plus Scout's vet appointment. So I end up with 14 + 5 + 1 + 1 = a grand total of  21 doctors' appointments in one year.


That doesn't count four trips to the ER -- FOUR! -- in 2009. Two for Jake with RSV, one for myself with weird joint pain and one for my sister with the stomach bug. (No, it was not your average joint pain or stomach bug. You're just going to have to trust me.)

Quite frankly, it's amazing I have time to blog, read, scrapbook and watch TV, much LESS go to work.


Sarah T. said...

Yuck. That usually equals a lot of time in the waiting room.

Sewconsult said...

Aren't you glad that you have insurance! I have a list of doctors that I SHOULD see, but other things take a higher priority. I have gladly sat with my sister at her appts for radiation or for rechecks, driven my diabetic daughter to the retina specialist and sat at my Mother's side as she meets another new doctor who knows nothing about her. If I had another go at life, it would be to go to medical school and get paid for what I know!

Rachel said...

The rotten post from the other night about the ambulance ride was only the tip of the iceberg. I had an ER dr walk into the room, take about 10 seconds (no exaggeration) to listen to Christopher's lungs and then look at me and say, and I quote, 'so what were your expectations in bringing him in here tonight?' He's lucky he didn't get my fist between his eyes.

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