True Story

On Saturday I took that medication.  It was actually ulcer medication but as a side affect it opens a woman's cervix.  The cramping wasn't that bad.  So I spent Saturday treated like a princess by my husband and daughter.  They were lovely, but Saturday night I woke up to a lot of blood.  It made me a little worried that I was hemorrhaging I spent a lot of time on the Internet figuring out was was normal while doing that the gushing seemed to subside but it scared me enough to decide that 1 day of meds was enough for me.  I decided that I would just risk paying the deductible and have a D and C. 

Monday I went to get my blood taken so my doctor could review my hormone level and decide if I would need a D and C.  This is the part you will not believe:
My name was called and I sat down in the chair and the phlebotomist reviews my paper work and says:
"Are you pregnant?"
I say, "No."
She says, "Oh but you were, did you want it?"
I'm not kidding she really said that.
I say, "yes"
she says, "really at your age?  I would never want a baby at your age"
To which I was rendered speechless!  I said nothing the rest of the time. Walked out of the room and broke down in a pool of tears in my car. Took some deep breathes and went to pick my girlie up from school.

When I got home I googled Quest Diagnostic and found a place to email about my experience.  Here is what I said:
I went to a Quest Diagnostic on coyle ave in Sacramento today.  I got my blood drawn because I just had a miscarriage and am checking my hormone levels.  The woman who drew my blood:
  (insert above conversation) 
I'm pretty sure you'd like your technicians to have some sort of bed side manner.  I was rendered speechless.  A miscarriage is a very delicate and personal thing to go through.  I will never go back to that particular quest again.  I will now have to drive way out of my way to avoid my day being ruined by a rude highly insensitive person.  This is not the first time that my blood was drawn by this woman.  The last time she drew my blood she asked if I was having a little one and I replied I wasn't sure and she chose to ramble on about her own miscarriage experience.  Which I felt was weird but not highly offensive.  This is my 5th miscarriage.  In my 10 years of traveling this road Ive never had anyone ask questions about my blood draws before.  I hope that this letter will encourage you to have a conversation or to reprimand this woman in some way.  Perhaps she should think about a new career.

I'm not usually a complainer.  I usually take things in stride and realise everyone is different and maybe so and so was just having an off day, but considering this woman used no common sense both times she took my blood I decided someone should know.  I got a phone call back from a very nice gentleman whom assured me that the situation was being thoroughly investigated and the woman would be reprimanded.  I felt quite vindicated. 

I took the day off on Tuesday because I had to fast and I don't have the kind of job where I can just leave at the drop of the hat.  It was a very nice day.  I didn't need a procedure so Peter and I went out to breakfast and enjoyed each others company.