Let me first clarify the title of this post: I do not mega-loathe my doctor specifically. In fact, he has always made himself very available to us as a family doctor, and he is a good physician.
I am at the stage of my pregnancy where I have to see him every farking week. This is what I hate. I cannot get a sitter for Sacha (insert long story here), so he has to tag along. This is what loathe. The habitual time spent in the doctor’s office each visit is 2 hours. This is what I mega-loathe.
There are only so many things that I can do to entertain a toddler in a doctor’s office for 2 hours every week: I pack an entire backpack full of snacks, books, his favourite toys, sugar-type food things, and beyond. You would think that this would work. Well, not if you have a child who remembers all too well the pain of getting vaccines. Sacha starts whimpering as soon as we drive into the parking lot, then the full blown tears and screaming starts when we start taking off our coats and boots inside. (Yes, I did say boots. We’ll have snow until July at this rate). On a good day, it takes me about 30 minutes to calm him down. Then, we’ll get called into one of the
ROOMS OF TERROR examining rooms. Insert more screaming, kicking, pulling on my arm, etc.
I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it.
It’s reason enough for me to want this baby to come early. Not that I really want that to happen, but at times, it seems the lesser of two evils.