I went into the OB for my glucose tolerance test to see if I have gestational diabetes.
Law, I know I ask for a lot, but please don't give me the diabetes. It is some hard ass work that I don't want to do. I tested high with Toddlerina, my mother now has diabetes and I am over 35... ahem.
I choked down the drink and sat watching the instructional video on how to recognize preterm labor.
Glinda the Good OB comes in and pauses the movie.
Says she is glad I am here.
Says she was going to call me.
Alarms are going off all over in my head.
Holy shit show in the making.
What bomb is she about to drop.
Guess who is leaving the practice and turned in her resignation yesterday.
We talk about the reason she is leaving... read your Evil OB stories here.
Actually, Glinda doesn't directly acknowledge this is why she is leaving, but when I tell her I am not surprised, we both look at each other knowingly.
I will follow Glinda. I don't get to know where she is going yet as The Evil One will sue Glinda if she tells her patients. In fact, Glinda is only telling two of her patients she is leaving.
Not sure how the other Glinda patients find out, but surely they will be told. Glinda says might have some work to ensure she can perform our c-section, but I think our surgery will be on Glinda's very last day with NW Suburban House of Mean and Insensitive OBs.
I am happy for Glinda. I am happy for me.
I cannot wait to have the exit interview of a lifetime when I tell Evil OBs R Us why I am leaving the practice. Oh, you can bet I will be explicit in my detail.