I like my perinatologist, I really do. He's nice. He pats my knee. He always tells me that everything is great. He's like a Jewish grandfather. Well, he's probably younger than my father and is really nothing like what either of my grandfathers were like, but that's how I view him. My husband does not like him. He doesn't like him because when I was pregnant with my twins and we were begging him to get the babies out of me and telling him that I was swollen to the point that I could barely walk or breathe, and my legs were starting to blister and weep because my skin couldn't stretch anymore, he said, "No." It wasn't until we told him that I gained NINETY POUNDS that he thought maybe some other tests were in order. Actually, his exact response was, "Why didn't anyone tell me that?" HUH?!?!? Aren't you the doctor? Are you consulting with my OB? Aren't you supposed to know that? So, that night I received a phone call from his office instructing me to go to L & D the next day for blood work. Tests showed that I had atypical preeclampsia (the kind where there is no elevated blood pressure) and my liver function was starting to fail. G-d only knows what would have happened if we hadn't pushed him on the issue. So, I guess I can understand why my husband doesn't like him. But I do, so I have been seeing him again with this pregnancy. Even though 50% of the time he calls me Lori (which is not my name). I assume it is his daughter's name and he thinks of my like his daughter...or something like that.
Today I had an appointment with him. Let me just take a moment to say that he is a highly recommended doctor. I am switching from Lovenox to Heparin, so I brought in my heparin so that he could show me exactly how much to take. He looked at the bottle, read it, and instructed me to take the ENTIRE VIAL (5 CCs) TWICE A DAY. Now, I'm not a physician, nor do I play one on tv, but that didn't seem right to me. I questioned him, and he confirmed what he had said. So, I'm thinking, that is a hell of a lot of blood thinner AND I'm going to have to prick myself 10 times a day now because the pharmacy only gave me 1 cc syringes. I commented to him that I think I need an Rx for bigger syringes and that was when he realized his mistake. I am only supposed to take 1 cc twice a day.
I told Hubby about the mistake and he informed me that I could have died had i taken what the perinatologist originally told me. I'm not sure I'm still such a fan...
