The trip to the Dr. yesterday for my hand thingy had a couple of unexpected twists.
I still have it. Not the hand, silly. Well ... yeah I still have the hand, but I also still have the gross thing. The doctor came in and said, "Yes, that needs to be taken out." Ahhh, I think that is what I am here for?
Seems it is going to be abit more complicated than we originally thought. It is going to require out-patient surgery. WOO HOO! With an anethegiologist, therapy after ... the whole nine yards. All for a friggin splinter.
Anyway, I'll live but the best part was before the doctor got in the room.
Hubby came with me for "moral support" We are waiting in the exam room and he is snagging the rubber gloves to make me a balloon.
Me: DUDE!
Hubby: What? You don't want one?
Me: NO! * in my most don't be an idiot voice*
Hubby: Okay, I'll save them for later. *as he puts them in his pocket*
Then the door opens and in walks this cute little girl with a Doctor coat on and a clip board. Now I know that my Dr is a man about 45 and NOT a cute little girl. So I must have had this "look".
Dr. Wantabe: Hi I am *miss physicians assistant* and I am going to take a patient history on you.
Me: Okay.
She asked the normal questions. Like how long has it been there, when did it happen, what did you do, WHEN AGAIN did it happen, how long has it been. But she has NEVER looked at the hand.
Now as she asked these questions, I did answer each of them. She wrote the answer down on the chart. At least she looked like she was writting it down. But she would ask the same question like 2 different times. I looked at Hubby and kinda got the "BIG EYED LOOK" like whats up with that. (he he that sounds familiar)
Dr. Wantabe: Have you ever had one of these before?
Me: As a matter of fact, I did have one when I was pregnant with my first son. It was on my thumb.
Dr. Wantabe: Oh really, (kinda of flustered like) oh okay. *pause* And how did it happen?
I thought she was back to the original questions again and I said it started out as a splinter.
Dr. Wantabe: *puzzled look* How did you get a splinter THERE? Did you sit on it?
HUH?
Dr. Wantabe: I mean normally people don't get a splinter in their bum.
ME: THUMB ... THUMB! I hold out my hand to show her.
OH MY GOD! Hubby was in the corner just about to fall off the chair. He could have blown up a whole box of gloves with all the laughter he was holding in.
Of course, Dr. Wantabe was embarrassed and apologized and as she left said something about not telling the Dr.
Heaven help the next patient.
and now what are you supposed to do?
ah thumb, bum what's the diff? Hope it feels better soon!
Don't you just love new phenom. of PA-s ?
Couldn't the doctor have saved some trouble/salary/missed communication by just doing that all himself?
When I go to my doctors office, I never know who is a physician, who is a PA and who is a Nurse Practicioner.
Recently went to the dermatologist for a consult to have a cyst removed from my scalp. The PA kept saying "when I do these procedures..." and "I will plan to ...."
Hence, I have not been back, my cyst still resides happily on my head until I find a DOCTOR to remove it! EEEkkkk!
Good thing she wasn't operating...
hehehe *SNORT* OMG too funny! :D
Wow, way to pay attention, Miss PA!
Bahahahahahahah!!!!!