Bad Doc Experience
Thursday, August 25th, 2005Here’s something which happened last week which probably will put me off doctors, for life.. Remember the AFS thing? Well, I need to get a doctor to fill up a health certificate verifying that I’ve had my vaccinations and I’m fit to travel and all that.
So, last week (on tuesday i think) I went to my doctor, the one I’ve been to ever since I was born. He’s been treating me since I was a day-old. Literally.
So, I was waiting in the waiting-room and I was watching the TV mounted on the wall. It was one of those doctor-hospital drama programs. It was about a pregnant lady and how her gynecologist (doctor who treats pregnant ladies) raped her. I was watching till the part where the pregnant lady was getting her lawyer to sue the doctor when the nurse called me to say the doctor was ready for me to go in.
Now, at that point I was rather shaky and thinking they really shouldn’t show programs like that in hospitals, especially not when you are just about to go and visit a real doctor yourself. It’s like scary.., you’re still shaken from what you’ve seen in the movie, and now, you’re gonna have to face a real doctor.
So, I hoped that the doctor would just sign the paper and he wouldn’t have to check me or anything.. Blekz.. Unexpectedly, he asked me to go to the next room (the checking room with the bed) and told me to remove my pinafore. I just came back from school, so, I was wearing my blue and white school uniform.
Understandably, after watching a movie like that I was reluctant to remove my pinafore. Right? Bah, I wished he would just sign the danged paper. Okie, thank God my mother was in the room with me. So, at least I’ll be safe from the doctor right?
Okay, what happened after that did not make me feel safe, mother or no mother.. Wouldn’t you feel really vulnerable lying on a bed with a balding doctor above you? Plus I was only in my bra and panties and my white shirt was unbuttoned and pushed up to my shoulders. Eeesh..! *gag*
I thought it was really unnecessary. Right? What’s with the full-body check up? Can’t you just sign the paper? And why the heck is he running his hands all over my tummy? Maybe he’s checking for cancerous lumps or something? Bleh, he even has to feel my armpits? What the?!!
My mother’s just sitting there watching. So, I guess the watching doesn’t feel as wrong as being touched. Or maybe its the influence of that TV program. Or maybe I’m just uncomfortable with being touched.
But isn’t it really unneccesary? What’s the whole point of the check-up? I don’t think the form or cert requires any of this? Okay, and why is he taking my blood pressure? And banging away at my joints with a mini hammer? Can’t he at least wait till I’m dressed to take my blood pressure and start knocking my joints?
Bah, I’m not being very appreciative. I thank God when its all over! And I can get up and get dressed properly again.
When its all over, I wonder if its just me and my imagination coupled with that TV program..? Or is he a dirty old doctor? But if my mum thinks its all right, then, I guess it must be alright, right?
But one thing I do know, this experience has rather put me off doctors. I don’t think I’ll want to go visit a doctor, not for a long time… Not if it can be helped. No thanks..
Well, at least I did get my cert and form signed.. So, now I can get the AFS application form passed up.