I know, because when I called to tell my husband this, he said, "hmmm...okay."
I found out from my sister in law, Emily (go check out her new blog) our mutual OBGYN is retiring in March. WHAAAAAAAAT!!!!!! I've been going to him for almost 10 years. Emily is pregnant and due at the end of May. So, consequently, he won't be delivering her baby. He said that he would refer her to another doctor in the practice, which she's sort of okay with. Not great, but okay. She feels weird about plans changing more than halfway through the pregnancy. I don't blame her. I suppose I'll be fine seeing pretty much anyone else in the practice, but I'm feeling just a little beside myself right now. 10 years is a long time to be going to one doctor and I'm not sure I have the energy to get to know a new one. (I haven't been much in the mood for change lately.) Plus, he's young, only mid-40's and I wasn't expecting this for at least another 20 years. I thought that he would be managing my menopausal hot flashes. I understand his reasons for wanting to retire. He was just made the bishop of his ward, he feels like he wants to spend more time with his younger children, blah, blah. He doesn't feel like he can do it all and still practice medicine full time. Fine, but what about me? Don't I get a say in this? I'm not severely emotionally attached to him, but I just don't want to deal with the hassle of getting to know a new doctor. Continuity, constancy and sameness have been a comfort and security to me lately.
I'm sure I'll be over this by next week. I just felt like indulging in a little self-pity today.
Friday, January 9, 2009
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As long as they don't jam the speculum in, I am OK with whomever.
Or call me to repentence during my first year of marriage that we were waiting to have kids, and if we were waiting for a boat or something. Not even a joke.
I really thought that I was someone who was OK with just anybody as well. When giving birth, I really couldn't care less about who is standing there to catch the baby. Santa Claus could do it and I wouldn't care. Just so long as the kid gets out. It's just that he's been managing some issues for me lately and I don't want to have to work with someone new right now. Or, have to have someone else become acquanited with my nether regions.
I am very picky about who I go to. So I can definitely understand!
I COMPLETLY understand. That is why I went 3 years without seeing a "down there" Dr.
The link to Emily's blog contains a comma instead of a period..thought you'd wanna know.
umm I don't get it. Maybe you have to have kids? It's just a crotch! haha I used to get Brazilians all the time though, so uhh.... maybe I'm not the best person for this.
JUST A CROTCH???? per prev. comment. I don't mean to sound arrogant but I call my said part "the holy of holy's". don't want to be struck by lightning but only those with a recommend may pass. yep! My recomend!
That includes my "down there" Dr.
Totally understandable!
I totally hear you! I hate changing hoochy dr.'s too.
I feel for ya. I know a great though that is really super close!! Let me know if you're interested.
I totally understand the feeling, but since I'm done with all that nonsense thankfully I don't have to worry about going to those special people anymore. Yeah Me!
I get this completely. My GP moved away 15 years ago, when he left I cried and hugged him. He did the same. I was hooked up with the doctor that took over his practice and I love him as well.
Other doctors at that clinic tell me that he still asks for me when they talk.
A doctor/patient relationship needs to be close.
This blog post is what I mean by what I wrote on my blog today! (come and check it out)
P.S. I agree with you completely.
Oh that sucks. Mine retired to serve a mission with his wife and I had only had three of my kids and knew that I wanted more. I do like the doctor he refered me to and he deliverd my next two so they are almost tied.
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