ARRRGH! So blody frustrated. So let e vent before I try to semi-ctch up with all the posts.
My consultant appointment today was a complete disaster. It was for 1.30pm. I left home at 12.50, and I hadn't had lunch as I had a sandwich in lieu of breakfast about 10.30...
I was kinda expecting not to go in on time - I fiur maybe in by 2.30 at latest, then I could get a late lunch at 3-ish.
So anyway, arrive at the hospital and I'm not kidding, there is a queue out the door just to get to the reception desk . I join the queue. I note the signs everywhere stating things are running particularly lsowly thanks to a new booking/computer system thingy. Okaaaay. These things happen. Granted, always to me... but still. I suck it up and wait. And wait. I eventually get to the reception desk at 1.50pm. I'm aready primed to say that I've been standing in the line for soooooo long and was infact early, not late, but I don't need to say a word. becase when I say 'I have an appointment with Miss * at 1.30pm' the receptionist looks a bit confused, then says 'Oh, her clinic is at Queen Mary's today.' She then confirms this with a colleague. I'm quietly wishing the midwife who, upon making the appointment as I was discharged last week, confirmed 'Yes, it's downstairs' when I asked, dead. Maybe not dead. But, like, maybe a really sore blister from being rushed off her feet
She tries to get through to the other hospital (which is a 10 minute drive from my home one way... the hospital I was at was a 20+ min drive the OTHER way from home...) but it's engaged. And engaged. Annnd, still engaged. She advises me to just go along anyway, I can see her mentally shooing me away because the queue behind me isn't getting any shorter.
So I get there at 2.25pm, flustered and concerned that I'm now part of the problem causing appointments to run late rather than just a victim... but I needn't have fretted. The same signs are up there and when I'm eventually called through at 4.45 I'm half expecting BP to be through the roof from stressing out but it's at an all time low (98/57 - MW: Oooh, that's low!). Ok, so now I'm going to be able to sort out my worries over labour and get some answers re: anemia devoping/supplementing.
I go in and it's not my consultant. No biggy. I don't catch his name as he has a very heavy accent, so I ask him to repeat and I still don't catch it. I let it drop...
Him: So you saw someone at 23weeks?
Him: Well, no.
Me: So doesn't it make more sense to be safe rather than sorry and start the antibiotics before induction?
Me: so... there's enough ti- I'm allergic to penicillin!
Him: We can give you
Me: But we still need that at least four hours before birth?
Him: Yes, so if you are getting tightening then make your way to the hospital...
Me: Oh, lets hope that doesn't happen in rush hour - I doubt I'll make it in time as it's easily an hour to the hospital then
I realise I'm just NOT being heard so move on...
Me: There was something else Iwanted to ask about. My iron levels are falling and although I was prescibed iron twice per day in the hospital last week they didn't give me any so I've bouht a supplement of my own. But my mother has haemacromatosis and I've not been tested for it so I'm wondering if I really ought to take a supplement without checking other levels in my blood first.
Him: Your level isn't very low. I wouldn't take more than one tablet a day for this. I wouldn't check your ferritin unless it was lower
Me: But... the thing is, I've been taking a supplement every day since I fell pregnant, and I know my levels are falling right now as I had another blood test two weeks prior to this last one.
Him: But your levels aren't very low. You only need to take one pill.
Me: I'm already taking one pill. Since I found out I was pregnant. I know they're not VERY low, but they're falling and I'm in a quandry as to what to do and my status. Plus, I feel like crap most of th etime and don't know if that's where I keep getting ill or boarderline anemia?
Him: Well I would suggest you take just one pill...
Me: Fine.
He then listens to the baby and tells me to come back after my 34 week scan to check.
I mean... this is virtually verbatim. Would you feel fobbed off or am I being sensitive/hormonal old cow after waiting 3 1/2 hours to be seen and going to the wrong hospital first?
I have a headache. That was despite taking myself off to Pizza Express on the way home.
But! Congrats to Dont and Mr Don't! throws confetti
Nativity was good... but in a 'was good to watch but doesn't really have much rewatch value' way. I won't be buying the dvd and watching every christmas the way I do Love Actually.