For anyone who may just need a laugh today...Words cannot describe how completely insane, and ridiculously odd, my doctors appointment was.


Today I went to see a new doctor. I have been looking high and low for an MD who takes a holistic approach to health. For although I see the many advantages of western medicine, I also fear that far too often western medicine only has a Band-Aid to offerseeking to cure the symptom, rather than the underlying cause.

So, I made an appointment with this new doctor who specializes in holistic medicine. OK, so sounds good so far right?

Well, when making the appointment I found it odd that first the scheduler told me I would have to pay for the appointment day of (even though they accept my insurance), which I refused to do. Then, that the practice was in a house and I had to ring the doorbell between the garage doors and someone would let me in. Seriously? Did I just hear that right?

I decided to give them the benefit of doubt however because I do live on the East Coast where many times businesses reside in old houses converted into business offices, and maybe they had problems with insurance fraud.

Well, today was the big day, and here is how my appointment progressed.

Drive up: holy cow, they werent kiddingtwo garage doors with a doorbell in between (um, I think this is seriously someones house: note, it was).

Buzz the bell and slowly the garage door goes up, with three people standing there just looking at me (OK, just go with it).

Walk into the office only to be greeted by the doctor (who was, Im not kidding you, probably about 4 feet tall) screaming at the secretary because the secretary had let the intern open the garage door, and that was not an intern job, only the secretary can do that.

So, yeah, a little weird right?

I am still hanging in there though. Maybe she is just quirky, you know, mad scientist of sortsbut brilliant.

I tell her I have an appointment and she tells me to have a seat in the waiting room and someone will be with me.

I make it through the mandatory paperwork, etc. and as I am finishing signing the last form, out of the bathroom (at least that is what the sign on the door said) walks some guy in a lab coat (who, side note, is TOTALLY checking me out, which seems odd because he looks like he is another doctor or nurse or something).

Finish the form and return it to the secretary who looks like she is contemplating an ax murder of the doctor. Come back out and sit down.

Watch the lab coat guy walk back into the bathroom (staring at me again) only to emerge 30 seconds later with some woman. What the?!?! . . . . http://infertilityawakening.com/2011/05/13/finding-the-right-fertility-doctor-entering-the-twlight-zone/