Apologies in advance for the rant I'm about to have, but I am sooo .
I had the most horrendous GP visit last night. I've found him a little peculiar on previous occasions, but just put it down to his being a bit old fashioned (he's at least 70) but last night he outdid himself. He refused to answer any of my questions with a straight answer, got really tetchy when I asked him for something a bit more specific that 'normal' when I asked what my blood pressure was, and when I finally got so frustrated I told him I was finding his patronising manner very difficult, he basically told me I was over-anxious and 'had an agenda' and that 'we call that projecting'. He refused to explain why he couldn't just post the referral letter to the hospital (ie why I had to take time off both to pick it up and hand deliver it to the hospital), and asked me if I was 'still working'. And 'why was I here at 6.00', as ante-natal appointments should take place in the morning.
Oh, and he practically accused me of neglect because I've lost another pound of weight, despite the fact that I'm eating like a horse (which I always do anyway).
Anyway, this is just a small taster of how completely weird he was. Fortunately, I'd asked DH to come in with me, so I had someone to witness how utterly bizarre the whole thing was, and not just a figment of my hormonal imagination.
I know the whole thing is laughable, and I should just dismiss it as the joke that it is, but I was really upset, and when I cried in frustration, he starting going on about how 1000s of women had babies every day and mine would be fine (not in reassuring way, but in the most patronsing way imaginable), and ended up by saying that after all the most important thing was the baby. At which point, despite knowing that sarcasm would be totally lost on him, I said 'Of course, how selfish of me to get upset', and demanded the he just stop talking and give me the referral letter. Then I took keys from DH and sat in the car while he waited for the letter.
I feel like one of those women who were committed to an asylum at the turn of the 20th century for having the temerity to have an opinion.
But I do feel a bit better now for putting it all in writing .