So... can I have those four hours of my life back? No? Fak.
What an utterly draining waste of a day that was... I understand long waits out in the waiting room. I know they exist as a practical law of the universe. But once you get in there to see a doctor you tend to expect something will happen a little quicker...
Ugh.
And here I am now, utterly shaken thanks to one Dr. McAss-Hat. Not because there's anything wrong with me, because after all that they never found a damn thing, but because of the manner in which I was dealt with.
After the long long wait which I took with no complaint I was ushered into a kind of communal examining area along with about four other patients. One by one we were sent ot our little spots with a bed, a chair and a curtain "wall" that could be drawn across. One by one the doctor would sweep up to us, half-draw the curtain behind him in a careless 'passing thought' gesture and briskly ask us what was wrong.
When it was my turn I was told they would take a urine sample and do an EKG. Then he whisks away to go be brisk and unfeeling to someone else. Thirty minutes later a nurse showed up, selected the right bottle from a shelf that was RIGHT NEXT TO ME and pointed out the bathroom. WHY could not the doctor have just reached out and done that half an hour ago? Hell, I would have taken a bottle for myself and gone to if I knew one thing from the next in a hospital. But anyway...
So after going in a cup and waiting a while longer I finally got the EKG thingy... never had anything like that done before, but it was over so quick I have no idea what it was or was supposed to do.
Then more waiting. By this point my nerves are shot because I haven't talked to a single person who has so much as given me a hello or introduced themselves by name. No one has explained anything they're doing. It's just been brisk, quick, "we have better things to do then deal with your silly fainting spell" attitude and long long waits where I have no idea what I'm even waiting for. The room around me is humming my nerves are that jangled. I'm jumpy as sin and wishing about a million times over that my beloved
cadynaisabella, or
starrigan or both, could be here to keep me grounded. And up to this jangling pile of nerves and poor shielding steps Dr. McAss-Hat who declares that, since nothing came back strange on any of my tests "You may have just fainted" in a tone that says "you've utterly wasted my time, you stupid stupid girl." and so now I can get out of my stupid little hospital gown thing and go home.
I had been so utterly unshielded by this point that his manner was like a smack in the face. It honestly bowled me right over. I should have been relieved that nothing was wrong and merrily skipped off to go home and wrap prezzies. Instead, I stood there in utter shock for a second and quietly cried behind the curtain before I could even move to dress again.
I have never felt something so utterly terrible smack my mind like that before in my life. I was a fly to this man, a speck of dirt. He didn't care. Not one single bit. And the coldness, the utter disregard, it just crashed down upon me like a house caving in. Physically I'm fine but I'm trembling like a leaf anyway.
Men like that should not go into healing professions. I care more about the people I send faxes for at the copy center then he did about me today. It was such a horrible thing to feel. his presence was literaly jarring.
thank Gods it Christmas eve and I can drown myself in seasonal cheer from here on in.