Sayonara May 24, 2005
I guess I never finished blogging about the saga with my old RE. When I went in for my beta on Friday, the person in charge of records had left me a copy of my beta 3 integrin biopsy results and copies of a couple of other things she had omitted when preparing my records the first time around.
Apparently my RE’s office did in fact only have the beta 3 integrin test run on my biopsy sample and did not have the standard biopsy done as they should have. I don’t know this for sure, because no one ever returned my phone call, but that’s what I’m assuming since it was the only biopsy result in my file.
Am I pissed about this? Hell yeah. Am I going to do anything about it? Doubtful.
The thing is that the beta 3 integrin report does state “there is no evidence of endometritis.” The purpose of the standard biopsy was to rule out endometritis, so it looks like the integrin test fulfilled that purpose as well. I also asked my new RE if that was sufficient to rule out endometritis, and he said it was.
Obviously my old RE’s office fucked up in a major way. Not only did they not have a test run that I was told was going to be done, but they never informed me that it wasn’t performed. As if that wasn’t enough, I was even told that the results came back normal when I asked for the test results over the phone. That’s just crap.
The thing is, though, that I really think the only thing that will come of me calling them up and raising hell over the issue will be an increase in my blood pressure. You think they’re going to rectify the situation in any way? I can tell you without a doubt that they won’t. Nothing that will benefit me will come out of the confrontation. It will only cause me stress to get into it with them.
I am washing my hands of that place. The only time I will ever speak to anyone there ever again will be to arrange transportation of my husband’s sperm to my new RE’s office. Then I’m done with them.
Knowing that I won’t have to deal with that crap ass clinic after that is a relief. They don’t give a fuck about me. Why should I give a fuck about them? I mean, I got my beta news from some random peon, because everyone was out of the office on Friday. Did anyone call me this week to follow up? Of course not. Good riddance to crap ass clinic. I’m not about to waste another thought on them.
- Posted in : various other ramblings
- Author : amanda
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Icko, I am so sorry about Crap Ass Clinic. I agree, good riddance, and since you won’t be seeing them again don’t bother w/any more correspondance that will just piss you off anyway. If I could egg them (whoops, no pun intended!) through the wires for ya, I would! Also, sorry about sitting with the preggos for blood draws, no fun at all. But I’m glad you have a plan and are taking the next steps…
Do not waste another thought on the CAC! Or another word or action. I hope to soon be reading all about your interactions with lovely new clinic.
You want me to call them for you? I love a good fight…
Sayonara Crap Clinic! Eat Amanda’s dust!
Good for you! They are not worth your time!