It is supposed to be a happy time. The anticipation of his arrival in February. It is not an event calling for “Should I ask an attorney”. I was left in disbelief at the news and I had to drive over to my daughter’s house.
Yes, it was true.
She is 30 weeks along. A very rightous soul, country oriented and now furious about a test the doctor ordered. It was a slap in the face, a bit of perhaps some miscommunication but more medical policy, ego, cover the doctor’s ass or whatever the sick societal reasons it was the perfect thing to piss my daughter off.
A drug test. As in substance abuse? My daughter? I would have thought being a local doctor, in town they might have know her better than that. Not today in this highly impersonal society. Ah, but what other reasons for this? Missed doctor appointments. She says she missed one, they assumed she missed 4. Well she told them she was going on vacation, in fact we had the opportunity to go twice for two weeks but still.
Missed appointments=Substance abuse test?
This also contributes further to my disgust with the medical system. It’s now on her very young medical permanent record. In spite of what HIPPA tells you about you “private” medical digital and thus instantly procured by anyone who wants it. The chart is here.