You Know You Have a Bad Doctor When He Won't Answer Your Page In An Emergency

When I was twenty-three years old, I found out that I was pregnant. My doctor gave me instructions to get my ultrasound. When I went to get my ultrasound, the technician would not let me look at the screen. She kept looking at it, but turned it away from my sight. She then told me to get dressed and go to see my doctor, but refused to tell me anything.

I knew that could not possibly be anything good, and I was completely lost and very nervous. I went to see my doctor immediately, as instructed. My doctor let me right in, told me that the baby did not make it, and then left the room as I fell into the wall sobbing. I eventually collected myself and called a friend for a ride, as I did not feel like I was capable of driving myself. While I was waiting, a nurse told me to collect any pieces that passed into the toilet so that they could determine the cause.

As unsettling as it was to do so, I did it, because I wanted answers. After I had bagged unidentifiable pieces, I called the nurse and was told that there was no reason to do that. Days later, I started to have labor pains and my body was not passing the remains. I was throwing up. I called the hospital. They said my doctor was there and they would have him call me back. An hour passed and he never called. I had my dad drive me to the hospital.

They did not wait on me until I was so weak that I sat on the floor. They took me into a room and paged my doctor. He never came. Another doctor came and removed a piece. I felt much better, but I began to hemorrhage. They decided to do an emergency DNC. Three pages had been put out for my doctor, but he never came. The nurse that put in my IV put a needle in that really hurt. I told him that it felt bigger than my vein. He did not take me seriously at first, but when he finally looked, he said, "I guess it is bigger than your vein," and changed needles.

I then went into surgery. At least the anesthesiologist was very nice and I did not feel any pain. I woke up and they had me in a recovery room with a woman who had just given birth. I tried to be polite and asked what she named her baby. I then turned my head and cried. You would think that they would have more consideration than to put a woman who just had a surgery due to a miscarriage in the same room with a woman who had just had a live birth. By the way, the person who was my doctor at that time never saw me at the hospital, and I never went to him again.