OMG! I am so frustrated. I am tired of hearing my daughter coughing and wheezing every time she takes a breath. Yesterday it took three breaths just say the word "cold" to me, not tell me that she was cold, that's too many words. I HATE seeing her like that, more like I hate hearing it. Now, don't get me wrong, I LOVE both of my daughters very much. What I hate and get irritated by is the fact that I took her to the doctors office to get her checked out and they did absolutely NOTHING! Nothing at all. From the MA to the PA, they all got on my bad side, actually, in that include the PT at Wal-Mart. The MA seemed new, I hadn't seen him there before, so he had no idea how to take her weight or height. An MA with more experience came in to show him how it was done. Then there was the PA, who kept us waiting, heard her crying and pretty much called it a consultation because he "wasn't gonna be able to hear her lungs with all her loud cries." WTF?! Really? Then why did I just spend almost two hours in the waiting room if he wasn't gonna tell me anything? Gave me a prescription for cough syrup, if she's not any better by Friday, go back. Yeah, cause I shit money and can afford to go back that often. Why not just take a good look at her?
UGH Ugh ugh. I need to get the fuck outta the Valley. If it's not something in the air it's the fat that we have some crappy ass doctors. Maybe a combination of both. YUP, I think it's definitely a combination. Whatever it is, my daughters heart and breathing conditions might improve if I manage to get them outta the Central Valley. I'd miss California if I did leave but watching my daughters grow up healthy would so be worth losing all my childhood memories.