Give me a break…
So, yesterday I went to dr. Ks in Brooklyn. We had decided that I would go to her facilities there to get all of my baseline tests done and see if the trip would be something I could do weekly considering she offers physical and massage therapy all under one roof. Well, to sum up my experience I will use the word awful. I would say bad, except the first time I met her it was so perfect and yesterday was the exact opposite of that… It all started with my nurse. I had her in Manhattan and even there she made me nervous. She is completely absent- minded. So much so that I asked if she was new to this “no, I’ve been here for years”. She’s always unorganized, nervous, looking for stuff, looking for a pen, looking for a chart, etc… So I sit down to get blood taken and already I can tell this is going to be “off”. The room turned me off, it wasn’t very clean, the trash with the needles were overflowing which grossed me out. So I tell her the vein she has in her sites is not going to give her blood. I know this 100 percent. She still insists on sticking me there and surprise! Nothing. After being stuck and her trying to maneuver the needle inside me to get blood I finally tell her to take it out and do the other arm! Ugh. My stomach is turning. Now for the ekg… Something I’m a pro at. She tells me to get undressed and lie on the table. She then leaves me there, exposed, freezing, while she looks for the sticky leads to put on my body, she boots up the machine, it looks like its the first time she’s ever seen the thing. She leaves the room twice to ask where the leads are. She then can’t find a pen. After all this drama, I am so cold I can’t feel my feet and I find myself actually putting on my own ekg leads cuz I know where they go and this woman is clueless. Anyway, this whole horrible experience continues, and worsens when I have to leave a urine sample in a filthy bathroom with no toilet paper. I was weak to begin with yesterday and doing a balancing act of not letting my pants hit the urine sprinkled floor while I try and pee in a cup left me exhausted and angry. I told the disinterested girls at the front desk they should get that bathroom clean which they didn’t seem to appreciate. I almost left then but wanted to see the doc. I was disappointed by her; she didn’t remember me, she asked what was wrong with my heart (we covered that last time) and she spent 2 minutes with me. They didn’t have my chart there and she was just blah. She suggested I get massage therapy because my feet were white and freezing. No shit, I’ve been sitting here for 2 hours freezing, teaching your nurse how to do an ekg and how to take blood properly! I finally relax a bit… I’m gonna get a massage! So I lie down, still a little uneasy of how clean this place is, but I do it anyway. My pants are rolled up and my massage therapists answers her phone when it rings and steps outside the curtain and chats for almost 10 minutes so I’m laying there, freezing, again! I’m fuming. She comes in and starts the massage… Only, she is screaming on her cell! And it’s in Russian so I don’t even know what she’s saying! Can’t even eavesdrop if I wanted to! She’s holding her cell up with her shoulder and giving me a cursory massage. That’s it! I get up, tell her she’s rude, wipe the oil off my legs, and walk out. Now I’m full on roid rage, I walk out tell them to bill me. But they made me come in and take the robe off before I left! Lol. I dont know what I’m gonna do going forward but I do know I’m never going back there to BK. It ruined my whole morning and I wAs freezing and exhausted from the whole experience. Luckily my dad drove me, so Big Dave and I had a pleasant lunch which made things better. So that was that. I need a break. From docs. From everything medical. From cabs from xray machines and from needles! I’m taking some clear my head time. I will be back to blogging in September. Have great summer days and smile lots and lots! Xoxoxo
Lauren
