I had to make one of the most heartbreaking decisions yesterday. I fired our pediatrician. I still get teary thinking of it. He is an amazing doctor. It was the office staff that caused me to fire him. I believe in a 3 strikes you’re out rule. I hit the 3rd strike yesterday.
The first big negative thing that happened was when I finally get health insurance for Rachel. For some reason the insurance company is saying that there is insurance but the office wouldn’t accept it. It’s been a 3 year struggle over $300 to pull an eraser out of her ear!! $300 for that! Insane!
The second thing is that this doctor is in very high demand. He is absolutely amazing. So he is slammed. I tried to schedule their well child checks. We do them together every summer. Well, they couldn’t get them in until the middle of September. September!! 3 months. That does not work when Matthew needs a shot before he starts school and school starts in the middle of August!
And the 3rd strike…the most heartbreaking…they wouldn’t allow Rachel and Matty to go into the room together because Matty is over 13. I explained to her that Matt was mentally handicapped. We always put them in together. He watches what the doctor does with Rachel so he knows that it is no big deal. Then he has his turn and it goes very smoothly. The receptionist would not budge. She said it was a policy that was passed last year. Children over 13 have to go in alone.
I made the September appointments and then I sat and stewed. The more I thought about it the more pissed off I got. I conferred with Kevin. He totally sided with me on it. I knew then that I wasn’t being overemotional. I know I can do that at times. I called our family physician to see about transferring them over. I was able to get them in on July 7. And this receptionist actually ASKED ME if I wanted them to go in together! Score!
Therefore, I’m making the transition to the family doctor earlier than I anticipated. I do plan on writing a letter to our pediatrician saying good-bye and explaining why we switched over early. It still makes me sad. I have a huge history with this man. He was the one who found the fragile x in our family. He has been there through it all with the kids. But it obviously is time for us to move on to different pastures.
(And our family doctor and the pediatrican grew up together so I know they will happily swap information to help with my kiddos )