Its amazing how vigilant you become about your healthcare when your now concerned about another human. I consider myself a well-informed patient, and consumer. I do a lot of research before making large purchases. I was married to a physician, giving me access to tons of information about the truth in medicine that would scare most of you. I’m highly educated and make choices to pay more for better quality, etc. but never have I had to be more aggressive in interviewing providers then when it comes to my own personal OBGYN, and pediatrician for my son, who will be here shortly.
Over the past month I’ve had the joy of interviewing pediatricians. Of course I started with the requisite search on my insurance company’s website for the list of approved doctors. From that list I asked my awesome OBGYN as well as all of my friends, especially my dear friend Google, which brought me to a list of about 10. I won’t spend too much time talking about how disgusting pediatrician’s offices are in general: sick, naughty kids that are crying and angry parents that are with them, makes this one of the most miserable places you could ever go. And lets not even get into the weird double door theory: if your kid is sick use this door/if your kid is not sick use this door – as they both end up in the same waiting room using the same pen to sign in! Bottom line, going to the pediatricians is indeed even worse than the OBGYN.
There no doubt that if you or your kid isn’t sick when you walk into these places, you will be when you leave. This is especially true if you encounter a pediatrician like I did a couple of weeks ago. No joke, this doctor made more face noises than my pug. He was snotting, coughing, and hacking non-stop. Certainly, he should have been home in bed. But instead, this DOCTOR proceeded to cough in his hand and then reach out to shake mine, 8 and ½ months pregnant.