Oversharer

Today I had something happened to me that has NEVER happened to me before. Actually, I had several things happen:

1- I was accused of “oversharing”

2- By the nurse at my doctor’s office

3- Who I overheard talking about me to the doctor and another nurse

4- Right outside the door to the room I was waiting in

These are words that can describe my reaction to being talking about:

1- Livid (this is an understatement – noted by the 18 people I have called/talked to since 4:00 today)

2- Embarrassed/Mortified

4- Hurt

As many of you know, I am actually not a big “oversharer.” I hardly ever even share my personal life on this blog (mainly because it is extremely boring), but one would assume if when one goes to the doctor’s office for the THIRD time for the same problem, that one would want to share all of the details of said issue so that we get the prescription right this time and to confirm there are no other issues.  (Not to overshare, but it is not a big deal – just a common infection.) In her defense, I had googled possible issues that might be wrong with me and did tell her I had all of the symptoms of diabetes.

That being said, I wouldn’t expect to overhear the nurse talking about me RIGHT OUTSIDE THE DOOR (I mean, I  am no saint, but I at least have the foresight to walk down the hall or whisper) saying that I “told my whole life story", (which for the record I didn’t and, frankly would have probably been remotely interesting,) was “oversharing the details,” and “even told [her] how many times I had to go to the restroom yesterday.” (Name that infection.)  Which was then met with catty talk from another nurse and no reprimand from the doctor.  (Can you tell I am still irritated???)

I am a little proud of myself because I am normally pretty passive. As soon as the doctor walked in the door, I did tell him that I wanted to apologize for “oversharing” and pointed to the door. He said he appreciated me being thorough with my description and that my test results looked fine, blah, blah.  He then went to get my prescription and came back and apologized for he and his staff being “unprofessional.”

Which was met with tears and me walking into the waiting room pretty much bawling. I can only imagine what those poor patients thought I was diagnosed with.  Not to mention the person taking my payment as I was doing the ugly cry while fishing my mastercard out of my wallet.

I did receive an apology “hug” from one of the nurses, which was not reciprocated, as she tried to tell me that “they were just laughing that the nurse got always gets all of the details and the doctor doesn’t even need to come in.”  Um, yeah, I wasn’t visiting for an earache.  I can in fact still hear.

I have also received a phone call from the offending nurse, however, my passive aggressive/hates confrontation side refuses to call back.

Tomorrow I will be sending a message to the doctor. It will be in the form of requesting that my files be sent to a new office.

Okay, world, I am moving on. (Tommy is thrilled, as I am pretty sure he has heard this story no less than 20 times now). Vent over.  Please tell me I am not the only one that this has ever happened to.