Y’all. I just had the WORST experience with a male gyno that I was referred to for a hysterectomy. My husband was with me and this dude talked down to me, condescended, and talked over us both and did N O T H I N G.
I have now become Karen who is speaking to managers.
Turns out this dude has had MULTIPLE complaints against him for misogynistic behavior, and is known in the practice for being there to make money.
I’m about to burn a motherfucker down.
He kept insisting women at the age of almost 38 can’t possibly understand the consequences of a full hysterectomy, that “well, sometimes ovaries hurt.” and did not a damn thing to address my pain or even ACKNOWLEDGE IT. AT ALL. NOT ONCE.
My poor husband was practically yelling by the end saying to the doc that he wasn’t hearing me or validating the literal DECADE of things that have been done to address the issues with no success.
Like. I’m sitting there naked from the waist down, getting the brunt of the patriarchy from a man that then had to poke around inside MY ACTUAL VAGINA and he gave no fucks about how dehumanizing and vulnerable that made me.
All the while, I had an active ovarian cyst stabbing me making it hard to talk. Which he completely ignored and did not acknowledge at any time.
Again: I will take this motherfucker right the fuck down.
And now I get to spend the weekend at ALAMW with an active cyst and no way to manage the pain.
This should be fun. Weeeee.
VALIDATION. My referring doc is *pissed* and she called for my test results that show a uterine fibroid and that both ovaries are *covered* with medium to large cysts.
And I’m getting a new gyno ASAP and multiple formal complaints have been filed against Dr. Dickwad.
Side note: now sets in the terror of fibroid and cyst-covered ovaries.
I should not have to feel validated that test results confirmed I have cause to be in horrible pain. Me *saying* HEY IN PAIN HERE should have been validated by a compassionate doctor.
Hooooooooly shit.
I’m in a doctor war.
My referring doc got my test results directly from the hospital and said it showed a fibroid and numerous cysts.
Dr. Dickwad? He wrote in my file that my tests were normal and nothing was found.
What the fucking fuck is happening.
The nurse at his office was panicking saying she was reading the file and it said normal.
I read her an email from my referring doc with the specifics of what she saw on the ultrasound including the measurements of the cysts.
I’m IN THE FUCKING TWILIGHT ZONE
So now referring doc office is pissed and has no idea how to handle this but is looking into it.
Poor nurse at Dr. Dickwad’s office is freaked out and trying to get to the bottom of things.
I’m laying here being murdered by a cyst and
Referring doc is currently on the phone with Evil Doc’s office. Referring Doc’s office manager has stepped in and is also calling and unleashing hell.
Referring Doc’s office called and assured me their entire office has my back and is floored by the situation.
This is surreal.
WOO BOY AN UPDATE
I have just been kicked out of the OBGYN’s practice.
They said they don’t think they can guarantee me proper care if I’m this uncomfortable with someone in their practice because they are a “team.”
I have no fucking words.
I now have an appt next Friday at a different practice.
Which means I’ve wasted over a month on Dr. Dickwad. First due to their canceling my 1st appt because they couldn’t find my medical records, then, getting turfed for complaining about the dehumanizing behavior. Wee.
That means it will be somewhere around 5-6 weeks total of waiting for medical care, getting no medical care, and now getting to add a traumatizing experience into my memories.
This has been super fun. Just so much fun.
Okay, @OverlakeOBGYN and @OverlakeHMC, there are other local women posting similar experiences with your practice and the SAME DOCTOR.
Y’all need to react, here. This is beyond unacceptable.
I’m trying to get copies of HIS interpretation of my test results, medical records, and all notes associated with my visit to this doctor, and you’ll all be shocked to hear I’m being completely dicked around.
🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃
I keep remembering moments from this appt.
I explained my current hormone treatment isn’t working because I’m still ovulating and it’s painful.
Doc: “Well, if you’re ovulating, it’s not working.”
Me:
Doc: “You could have a hysterectomy and it might not fix all your problems.”
Me: “Yes, but it would fix the ovarian cysts, unrelenting pain, and fibroids from growing.”
Doc: *annoyed, shouts* “WELL SURE YOU WOULDN’T BLEED ANYMORE.”
Me:
Doc: “If you have surgery you’ll go through menopause.”
Me: “I have a uterus and ovaries. Menopause is an inevitable thing. I’d rather go through it now than suffer another 5-15 years.”
Doc: “Do you even realize that as a white woman it can cause osteoporosis?”
Me:
Me: “I know many women who have had full hysterectomies and said it was the best decision they ever made.”
Him: “Well, they didn’t do it at 38.”
Me: “No, 1 was exactly 38. The others were younger.”
Doc: “But it’ll probably be different for you.”
Me:
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THERE IS A MAN OUTSIDE MY BEDROOM WINDOW CLEARING THE GUTTERS
I DID NOT KNOW HE WAS COMING
I AM STUCK UNDER MY COVERS
AND CANNOT FLEE
AS I AM NOT WEARING PANTS
FUCK
I NOW KNOW
BECAUSE THERE WAS NEVER CAUSE TO NOTICE BEFORE
THAT FROM THE TOILET IN MY BATHROOM
THERE IS A SPECTACULAR VIEW
OF THE ROOF
FROM THE SKYLIGHT
Now that I am wearing pants and can never pee again, I have scoped things out and see at least 2 ladders to the roof, and hear at least 2 sets of feet. They appear to be cleaning both roof and gutters.
I appear to be hiding from all windows for the rest of my natural life.
Okay, who wants to hear a creepy as fuck story that still has the hairs standing up on the back of my neck in which I demonstrably banished a ghost from my 8yo son’s body last night?
So, son has been sick all week with the flu. But like, reaaaaal sick. He has been laying in bed like this pitiful puddle of melted little dude and it’s been really hard to watch.
Last night, 12yo daughter confides in me that she believes a ghost has latched onto her brother.
I hear her out: she says it’s like her brother is gone. His eyes look different. His voice is weird. He is just sort of...gone.
Now, at first I try to explain what the flu can do to a person, but she persists. She says ghosts can latch onto people and it’s like poison.
I have a random weird thing I want to chat about regarding opiate addiction. (Apologies in advance for the length of this.)
So, I have chronic pain. And when we lived in Indiana, my docs prescribed me Vicodin to deal with it.
I took it for, I want to say about 10 years?
I took it very sparingly. One every night to manage the pain enough to sleep, and if I had a migraine, I’d take an extra one.
It took exactly no time before my body became physically addicted to the nighttime dose.
I suddenly REQUIRED Vicodin at night or I’d have withdrawals.
I brought this to my doctors and said how uncomfortable I was with the situation. I didn’t know much about my health history, but the adoption agency told me addiction was rampant on both bio sides, so that wasn’t a path I wanted to be on.
When Obama was running, I was listening to my father-in-law discuss the election with his family, and he said that as a teacher, he KNEW his life would be better under Obama and listed HUGE reasons why Obama was better for his life.
“But I’m still not gonna vote for him.”
And he didn’t. That family is full of people whose lives would be improved under Democratic leadership, teachers, firefighters, librarians, etc. but they all vote GOP.