I went to the hospital this morning. I had labs drawn. Dr. Noorda called to say that he planned to start me, but he wanted to come in and talk to me first (to make sure I was up for it after another long and sick night). He said he'd be there before he headed to the office. He never bothered to come in (they finally called around 9:30... "oops, ran out of time").
My labs came back saying that my potassium was really really low, so they administered IV meds. Doctor Noorda finally made an appearance, long enough to say he wants me to be dilated to a three before he induces. Yep. Yesterday he wanted me to be a two and today I was. At seven o'clock this morning he said that everything looked favorable. At three o'clock this afternoon he said that perhaps he was misunderstood. So I am home now.
Oh well. At least Vicky didn't win the Biggest Loser.
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I say time to find a new doctor.
Me, too; that's the plan. He wants me back in his office tomorrow morning (Friday) and it just so happens to be his 'on-call' weekend. What do you bet a two is suddenly good enough to start me this weekend since he has to work anyway?
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