Why I hate doctors

At 5 pm on Sunday evening, Charlie came down with a fever. He’d been nursing a runny nose for a few days, but the sneezing and coughing were getting worse. His breathing last night was fast (though no drawing in around the tummy and when he finally got to sleep, his breathing settled down). He woke up with a cough that sounded like his lungs were made of goo, but no fever. Seeing as how he’s had multiple bouts of bronchiolitis (read: baby asthma) and was in the hospital only six months ago with pneumonia, we decided he needed to be checked out. (Last time he had a cough and no fever, he did indeed have a wheeze in his chest and needed breathing treatments for a week or so.)

So, Jesse stayed home today and trekked CW all the way to the Upper West Side to see the pediatrician. (We haven’t yet found a Brooklyn doctor.) When he got there, Dr. Sasala said, “Oh, you don’t need to worry unless the fever is above 103 degrees or lasts for more than five days.” By which he meant, “Why did you even bring him in here?” (I know that’s what he meant, because I’ve visited this doctor with Charlie before. He’s abrupt and unwilling to answer questions, which is why we switched our well visits to a different doctor in the practice.) Jesse says the doctor was just confused about why we brought Charlie in. The doc thought it was for the fever, but we wanted to check for a wheeze. All I have to say to that is: Why would I give the nurse details about bronchiolitis and pneumonia and ask that the doctor check CW’s lungs if all I cared about was the fever?

The good news is that Charlie did not have a wheeze this time. The bad news is that I am still simmering over this doctor’s rude behavior toward my husband and baby. Maybe if he’d had to deal with a child in the hospital for almost a week, he wouldn’t be so cavalier about a simple frickin’ check-up. All he had to do was listen to some lungs and our insurance company paid him for his time. Really, what the heck is the guy complaining about? I am the one who needs to be complaining–about inconsistent diagnoses and advice. One doctor in the practice says, “You can never tell if he has a wheeze just by listening. You have to have a stethoscope.” And, I’m assuming, know how to use it, hence asking the doctor to listen to CW’s lungs. Another doctor says, “Don’t worry about the cough turning to pneumonia unless he has a fever.” Which he did have, yesterday. This one says, “Don’t worry about the fever unless he’s burning up for more than five days.”

And medical professionals wonder why parents get aggressive, ask many questions and become uncooperative.


2 Responses to “Why I hate doctors”

  1. Paw Paw Says:

    That Doctor “QUAK” better be glad CW’S Paw Paw was not there. I would haved shown him what a good ole Georgia boy “Red Neck” Paw Paw would do!
    I can’t wait to see ya’ll

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