Bloody receptionists!

Bloody receptionists!


If I had been face-to-face with the receptionist at my GP surgery today, I would have threw my shoe at her. Without hesitation. Well, I’d at least have given her a piece of mind (I like my shoes too much).

Background first – I have been to my GP after every miscarriage, either for a sick-line to hand in at work or a blood test or whatever, so they’re more than aware of my “history”. The ‘on call’ doctor was bloody brilliant – made me feel very reassured and calm. My regular doctor? Well he’s certainly not did any sympathy training recently. I have fought to get where I am in terms of the medical help I’m receiving – he hasn’t helped with any part of it (oh except offering to give me folic acid on prescription). I’ve did the research, I’ve asked the questions, I’ve brought up the subject of progesterone/aspirin/acupuncture/further tests. My GP has done bugger all to be honest.

Middle part – After my appointment at the RMC clinic, it was agreed that I was a “good candidate” for progesterone and the specialist told me I could get this from my ever so helpful GP. (the specialists have been fantastic by the way). I phoned my GP and was quickly dismissed, with him saying he can’t give me anything until he receives confirmation letter from the hospital (yeah cos I quite fancy getting high off the progesterone). Anyway – fine – I guess he has an oath or some bollocks…. but I explained that I was eager to have it so it was all sorted for when I got my next positive test so could he update me as soon as the letter was received.

Today – I call to find out if they’ve got the letter yet and the lovely receptionist says she can check. (re-read that sentence but make sure you say ‘lovely’ with a sarcastic tone to really get in the swing of this post). She tells me that it was indeed received – 20 DAYS AGO… Now that’s not a typo. TWENTY days. She says “there is no further action required” so progesterone hasn’t actually been prescribed yet. I ask her if I can please speak to my GP as I would really like to be assured that I will be able to get this AS SOON as I fall pregnant.  “But you’ve to take it when you’re pregnant, not now. You aren’t pregnant.” she says… I’m aware how to bloody take it you stupid woman. All I want to know is if it’ll be there when I need it! So I ask again to speak to my GP and do you know what she said to me?! Do you want to know?

“We actually recommended that you don’t get pregnant until your MRI scan”

WE?! WE?!?! Who the fuck are WE?!

I lost it then. I screamed that if she bothered to look at the rest of my notes, she would see I’ve had 5 bloody miscarriages and I WILL be getting progesterone and I certainly wont be taking advice from a receptionist and I will not be told by a receptionist what to do with MY body and I want to speak to my GP right NOW and not continue this conversation with someone who is completely unqualified to be giving any sort of medical advice!

Honest to God. It never got much better either to be honest. My GP called back and started going on about possible side effects and how the recent medical studies aren’t conclusive. All I want is some bloody drugs for my incompetent vagina. For fuck sake.