Dr. Love.

I love Connor’s new doctor. We had to take him (Connor, that is) in kind of abruptly this morning because his cold was much worse, and we’re working with a new guy because our last pediatrician committed some confidentiality breaches. I was fully expecting this visit to take at least two hours, because they generally do and we called at the last minute. Instead, we left the house at 11:20 and got home at 12:05.

Do you hear that? That’s the sound of my head spinning around as I try to catch sight of the wormhole.

Connor’s new doctor is in the same practicing group as his old doctor, so I expected a lot of the problems we’d had before to follow us. I expected long waits, rushed visits, and a standing prescription for Amoxicillin that I’d have to argue against on most visits. (“No, I told you, it’s not his ears — he twisted his ankle, and I don’t think Amoxil is the answer. Okay then, if you’re sure…”) It turns out that most of those problems were specific to the old doctor — or specific to all doctors except our new one — because ever since we switched, things have gone swimmingly.

Check it: we arrived, checked in, and the doctor was waiting for us. He was already in the exam room, reviewing Connor’s history and the list of symptoms we’d reported when we made the appointment. He remembered Connor, even though he’d only seen him once before. And the thing I loved most of all? He talked and listened to Connor. That’s right. He remembered Connor’s verbal acuity, realized that Connor was the patient despite my hovering-mother tendencies, and asked him how he felt. He listened patiently to Connor’s answers, spoke quietly to Michael and I about what we’d noticed, and gave Connor a thorough exam. He agreed with me that antibiotics aren’t necessary for every little thing, especially since it looks like what Connor has are recurring allergy flare-ups. He paid attention to our views on medical treatment, but stood firm on his own diagnosis.

Love! This is such a difference from our last doctor. Our last doctor made us wait in the lobby for twenty minutes, then an additional forty in the exam room. Our last doctor spoke patronizingly to Connor and pretty much ignored him when he spoke up about his own symptoms and feelings. Our last doctor spoke patronizingly to us and pretty much ignored us when we spoke up about Connor’s symptoms and feelings. Our last doctor would do nothing more than hand us a prescription for antibiotics — sometimes without even doing an exam — if Michael’s mom called in and requested it. Something was very, very wrong there.

Find yourselves a good doctor, kids. You might have to pay more (I’m still wincing a little), but it is so worth it.


8 Responses to Dr. Love.

  1. dedanna says:

    Sorry to bother you again here, but I thought you might like to be aware of something for both you and Connor that would maybe help kill the boredom blues, who knows.


    Yes, it has a logo of a particular company there, but I’ve checked out the site, and wouldn’t recommend it if I didn’t think appropriate for you guys.

    Give it a look-see, cruise and paruse it, and let me know what you think.

    Check your email, and [redacted for privacy and/or accuracy].


  2. dedanna says:

    Oh, and I do hope that Connor gets well soon. :)

  3. sarawr says:

    Yeah, I used to do that (Book It) in elementary school, remember? It’s that thing where you take a book you read into school and tell the teacher about it, and if you sum it up nicely you get a star. After five (or ten?) stars you get a free little pizza at PH, and my teachers started getting fed up when I brought in grocery bags full of books after the weekends. I think Sammy did it too for a while. Connor probably would like it, but unfortunately he’s not in school yet.

    Also, thank you! Email forthcoming. :)

  4. sarawr says:

    … I was just looking at the site, and apparently the star stickers were not for each book, but for each pizza you received. I am a moron with a fuzzy memory. :P

  5. dedanna says:

    Oh, that’s right. I do remember it well.

    Maybe you can get a pizza or two now? I dunno? lol.

  6. Anne says:

    Your doctors are eager to give antibiotics? Here and in Australia they very rarely do, only when absolutely needed (and my GP in Australia once apologised to me when she said she was afraid she did have to give me antibiotics) although apparently people still come in asking for them for a cold. I hope he’s feeling better now.

  7. dedanna says:

    Me too. I’m in high agreement about the antibiots thing. They prevent the kids from building up badly needed immunities as they grow, but they pass them around like flies here in the U.S.

    IMHO, that’s just wrong.

    How is Connor, Sar?

  8. sarawr says:

    He’s much better — he still has the tiniest trace of a cough, but that’s all.

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