bluehound33
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joined Apr 2011
Grace Johnson78 , thank you so much for the well wishes and for that motivating post. It truly warms my heart to know that sharing my experience might help others, even though we all navigate our journeys with myasthenia in such uniquely different ways.
In this particular post, I think I’ll vent a little about the sheer dysfunction of our healthcare system. It isn't exactly breaking news, is it? And yet, every single time, it leaves me feeling just as exasperated as the last.
When I first confirmed my pregnancy with a home test, I immediately called my primary OB/GYN—the one I see through my insurance. Instead of a doctor, I was greeted by her sister, who informed me that the doctor was out on extended medical leave with no return date in sight. Her suggestion? Since I felt fine, perhaps that crucial first prenatal visit could just wait a bit. 😠??!?! Well, given how early it was—I was only about two or three weeks along—I thought, *fine, I'll wait for her to return.* Fast forward to my sixth week, and I call again only to find she is still out, there is still no word on her return, and there is absolutely no coverage provided. ?!?!?!?!?😲😠 Now, from day one, I have been classified as a high-risk pregnancy. Both my previous doctor and my neurologist emphasized that the moment I confirm a pregnancy, I must seek immediate specialist oversight because my myasthenia requires strict monitoring. Feeling utterly frazzled, frightened, and overwhelmed by the sudden helplessness of the situation, I decided to call a colleague—a nurse working at the county hospital—to see if she could help me coordinate an appointment there. Fortunately, she managed to pull some strings, and I was able to see a doctor who performed an ultrasound during my seventh week. It was a small mercy; we could see the baby was developing well and hear the heartbeat, but he didn't go much further than that. He didn't perform a pelvic exam or check my cervix, for instance. He simply wrote his report, recommended the standard prenatal blood work, and that was it. I am genuinely grateful to him; he was wonderful and actually possessed a working knowledge of myasthenia. He knew that these types of pregnancies must be managed exclusively at Petrov Hospital, and he even mentioned he sees patients privately if I ever needed more specialized care. But honestly, who can afford to manage an entire pregnancy privately? Where would that kind of money come from? After that, I felt a bit more settled, but I still needed someone to issue the lab orders. I called my regular clinic again. The doctor is still on leave, but they finally have a replacement—only she works on Friday afternoons in a city located 31 miles away from mine. So, yesterday, at eight weeks and two days, I finally had that "famous" first prenatal exam. And that replacement doctor? Good heavens, save us. First of all, she was about as gentle as a bulldozer (I suspect every male gynecologist would be more tender than her). Second, the exam lasted ten seconds; she just poked and prodded me with these heavy, clumsy hands. I half-expected my poor baby to go into shock from the ordeal 😲 and nothing else. She seemed mostly interested in washing her hands of me so she wouldn't be held liable for anything. She repeated a million times that I’d need to head straight to Petrov Hospital in a month, that they would take over my care because I'm so high-risk, blah, blah, blah... I told her, "That's fine," but I haven't even had a proper exam, I don't have a prenatal file, I haven't even had blood work done! Someone has to write the referral for Petrov! The way she rattled me... it was exhausting. In the end, she gave me the lab orders and told me to come back for another exam in three or four weeks once the results are in. ABSOLUTELY TERRIBLE.
Now I am considering switching from my "socialized" insurance doctor entirely, since she is on such a long-term leave that who knows when she'll be back. I certainly won't be going back to that butcher who is covering for her; I was in pain for half an hour after she finished. She didn't ask how I was feeling, nor did she offer any useful insight—she just mumbled toward the end that everything was fine because my cervix was closed (I looked it up online and apparently that's good because it lowers the risk of miscarriage). What a lunatic...
The trouble is, I'm not sure who to switch to. In my town, there are only two gynecologists. One is just mediocre—neither good nor bad. And the other? Brace yourselves: he was previously suspended for inappropriate touching of patients, but they brought him back and now he's supposedly attending psychotherapy?!?!?!?!?!!?!?!?!?!?! I know this for a fact because a cousin of mine is his patient. UTTERLY REVOLTING.
So, how am I supposed to be the rational one here? How does one even begin to navigate a situation like this within the healthcare system?! A coma. It’s just... heavy.
But, well. Life goes on, and it's still beautiful in its own way. 👍