Little Rock's finest

The names have been changed in this post to protect the ridiculous.

I'm batting 25%. 25% of the doctors that I have been to in Little Rock I felt comfortable with and displayed more knowledge than the common med student - or at least took time to answer my questions. The family practitioner - nope. The neurologist - not even close. And then finally this last Thursday I went to the Gynecologist - the worst of the aforementioned "doctors."

I called the Central Arkansas Women's Clinic (flag #1) at the end of March and asked for an appointment. The reptionisht asked me if I had a doctor preference (flag #2) to which I responded no. She said that I would get in quicker if I was willing to see a man. Most of my vagina doctors have been male, so I was not appalled at the thought. Then she said, how about the 7th of April with Dr. Flight a very good doctor, Dr. Sam Flight. She stumbled as this, and she repeated his name TWICE (flag #3). Not to mention that this appointment was only like 2 weeks later - most appointments I have made with an OB/GYN have had at least a month late. I mean, I had to wait 6 months to get a new patient appointment with my Dentist (the one doctor I loved). So, on the day of my appointment I went early - I'm trying to turn over a new leaf and be on time to things. This means that I got there exactly at the required 10 minutes before your scheduled appointment time.

After waiting in the waiting room for an hour, my name was finally called. The nurse was VERY rude. When she did talk to me she talked to me like a child. She told me I had to go to the bathroom and go "teetee" in the cup. I was embarassed for her. When I got back in the room of course I got fully undressed, but still tried to cover myself up completely with the small piece of paper they gave me. After reading an old magazine for 20 minutes, the doctor walked in. Im sorry, let me correct the previous statement. After reading an old magazine for a grueling 20 minutes in the nude the doctor came in shuffling his feet and using every object in his path to brace him as he slowly made it to his chair. I thought to myself: using a walker would be less insulting...wait, no it wouldnt. Anyways, if you cant gather what I am saying - this man was about 90.

This is how I envisioned this appointment going: Since I'm a new patient he would sit down with me for 10 minutes or so and discuss my health history as well as my plans for children in the future. Then he would call in the nurse to assist him with the vaginal and breast exam. Did either of those things happen?? Nope.

He asked me if I was having any problems, to which I said no. And then he went straight in for the exam without anyone else present. I felt a little uncomfortable - maybe it was the compliments he was giving me on my reproductive health. While he was almost finished, but his hand was surely still squeezing my right breast, he asked me: "do you work out?" Me: "um, yeah." Dr. Time: "I can tell."

It must have been my A-cups.

At the end of the exam I asked the Good Old Doctor: "My husband and I are going to start to try and have children within the next year, and I'm afraid it wont be easy for us. Is there anything I should know now?" He responded: "Congratulations, but you shouldn't worry." After a long silence (I wasnt sure if he had died or not since his eyes were closed), I said alrighty then and the appointment was over. I was in and out in 7 minutes after the doctor came in. Seems worth it for waiting almost an hour and a half. But hey, what can I expect from someone that is traveling at the speed of 12 feet per hour.