Going to the doctor in Dallas


Okay, I know that I have a review blog but the topic I’ll be talking about has nothing to do with books or reviewing.  I’m talking about going the lady doctor.  We’ve all been there, right?  Not a pleasant experience but we have to do it.

Well, for the people that don’t know, I grow up in Dallas and moved away from there about 5 years ago.  My doctor told me under no circumstances was I to use a quack in the small town that I was moving to.  (He actually has a lake house in my town, so he knows the doctors)  Anywoos, every year I drove the hour back to Dallas, in traffic, wait forever it seems, go in and I’m out a hour later.  Well yesterday appointment was far from that. 

I actually got there early thinking this will be quick.  Wrong!!!!  Its OB day at the doctor’s.  Don’t get me wrong, I loved being pregnant and we wished that we had more than one child but it wasn’t in the plan for us.  Of course, getting their early only made me wait even longer.  What should have been an hour appointment, took 2 hours of waiting and then finally going to the back.

While I was waiting, two mothers (pregnant, no less) all of sudden realized that their other children were at the same playgroup/daycare.  Here’s were I get snarky…I felt like I was in soccer mom hell.  On and on did they talk about their kids, their teachers, lunching together soon and on and on.  Gag!  I felt like I was going to gag on the sugary, airkiss, OMG fakery between these women.  I mean, really at the gyn/ob’s office?  I grew up in Dallas right by the Galleria Mall and I don’t remember my mother being such a pretentious snob like these two women.  I really don’t mean to be a mean person but come on?  I never realized how fake Dallas is until that moment.

I complain about living in the sticks and being away from all the conveniences that I grew up with but yesterday experience just made me appreciate the fact that I don’t live in a city anymore and that I didn’t become one of the pretentious snobs like those two women. 

Feel free to flog me, ignore me or hate me.  p.s. Jon is too pretty not to show yall.  ***sigh***

20 thoughts on “Going to the doctor in Dallas

  1. That's so sad, Harlie–I can't stand that sort of one-ups-manship 🙁 It's teaching our kids the wrong sorts of values, too, when we emphasize their accomplishments and hold them up next to their peers that way.

    Thanks for reminding me that I need to make my own appointment… haven't been to the OB since I was expecting my youngest… who's over six now. Oops!

  2. I love it! I grew up in the country. We used to attend a very uppity, snooty church in town. I'm talking women with their fur coats, men with manicured hands snooty. The falseness that went on in a place where we're supposed to be humble made me sick. It still does.
    We went to church with my grandma for Christmas Eve service one year. My husband worked in a factory and had stained fingers. When the pastor asked us to shake hands with the people around us, you should have seen the looks on the faces of the women with their fur coats. The wrinkled noses were enough to show us exactly how Christianity works in that town.

  3. Hi Harlie~

    That must be one heck of a doctor to make the trip…Even if it is only every year! (I hate dealing with traffic!)

    And yes…Jon is very pretty!


  4. @Leagh I actually left my Nook in the car…I know, I know. And yes, its about your child's education, not you living through your child.
    @DiDi That is why I'm glad that I had a boy. Hubby can deal with the sports issues. LOL!
    @UndertheCovers He is pretty, isn't he? He needs to drop the blanket.
    @D'Ann & @Casea I never paid it much attention when I was growing up in Dallas, so it was a HUGE shock to me yesterday. I really wanted to slap them.
    @Darryl Living in the country, its more about the men than the women. Whose truck is bigger, better livestock, hunting rifle…That means I'm out and don't have to listen to it.
    @Jenna You bring up a great point…its how you were raised and I wasn't raised that way at all.

  5. @Liz I was spoiled when I was pregnant that's why I loved it so much. LOL! Plus, we were only able to have one child…
    @Brenda When I go back I just can't believe that I was around that all the time. Makes my stomach turn.
    @Marie Living in the country has its charms. Most people don't care what you think and they will tell you what they think.
    @Lisa When we moved to sticks, I was labeled a snob from Dallas and it hurt. Once I realized that most people didn't know me, I let it go. I still have some the snobbery from the small town people, but not near as much.
    @Penny Its not just you. I think its everywhere.

  6. P.S. My lady doctor is a queen. I LOVE her and always bring my book so I don't have to listen to all the women who think that the OB office is a social gathering.

    Ok…now I am done…lol

  7. Oh I hear ya honey. I live in a relatively small city and it is so clicky around here it makes me want to gag. My daughter's school is terrible. It is a great school so everyone thinks they are god's gift because their kids go there. Well guess what ladies, this time, it is about your kids' education, not about how good you look at the PTA meeting. Ugh, it is terrible when I feel out of place at my own child's school.

    Sorry, end rant…


  8. Bleh–you lost me at “I loved being pregnant!” ick. I hated it! but a funnhy post nonetheless. Because I'm in “sales” I have to put on the fakery fairly frequently but can turn it off when needed.

  9. I live in the country too. When I do go into the city, I basically do what I need to do and get the hell out, LOL. But I have noticed I put on my “city face, and get into my “city personality” and play the nicey, nice, fake crap. Man, as soon as I get back in my truck, I revert right back to my weird self.

  10. Trust and believe that fake are every where even in the sticks. I have like for neighbors when I leave the city and they are the type that smile in your face and talk about you to the neighbor they just told you they hated. I hate it so I just tell them what I think so they all have one main topic me and how bold I am to speak my mind.

  11. I get your post, Marika! “Fake” exists everywhere–from little home towns to the big city. I grew up on a farm in small-town Indiana, where there were girls who had a closet-full of clothes they never wore. Now I live in the suburbs of Chicago.

    No matter where I live, I hate running into snobbery. We live in a fairly affluent area where most of my son's friends live in $500,000 to $100,000,000 houses. There are a few moms who pick up their kids and literally look like they're dressed for a fashion show, from their high heels to their bleached hair.

    One mom in particular seems to have a different vehicle for every day of the week. Well, at least four that I counted–and all of them luxury ones. She also dresses in high-heeled boots/shoes and an ankle-length fur coat to pick up her kid from school! How crazy is that? All that while, I'm in my Target or Wal-Mart exercise pants and a tee, and my hair is lucky to have seen a comb that day. Maybe I'm misjudging her, as I've never spoken one word to her. But I don't find myself drawn to what I think pretentious.

  12. OMG…I live out in the boonies, off the grid, about 150 miles from Phx, AZ, my hometown. When I have to go back to Phx for one reason or the other, I have to give myself a pep talk. I figured it was because I have just downsized from city girl to redneck hillbilly (of sorts). After reading your article – maybe it's not me!!!

  13. LOVE the picture! I totally get your point, my daughter was a competitive cheerleader and dancer, for 15 years, and talk about fakery.

    I am wanting to move to a small town, I want to leave the stress and pressure of a high maintenance job behind, but I have to find a way to pay the bills =)

    Great post.

  14. I see the “fake” or shallow people in both city and country (have lived in both); I just think it's getting worse because the scene you described in the OB's office is two women living the current verison of the American Dream. The things they've been taught are what you do/how you act if you're a successful mother in today's society. Kind of scary, I think.

  15. I live in the country, and don't think what you described is just a city thang. Oh, no. I work in retail, in the shadow of Telluride, and not a day goes by that I don't hear, “I'm from Telluride.”
    Who cares!!!

  16. I live out in the country also – and I love it. When I go into a big city it feels like I'm going to the zoo. I grew up in several big cities – so I've also seen both sides of the story. Wish city people would stop behaving like TV characters and started being real.

    But if they did I'd have nothing to chuckle about as I shopped – OMG – I love this lip gloss!!!!!!!

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