The First Visit to Dr JF

I go see Dr JF for my first prenatal visit and it couldn't have gone worse. I hadn't realized that he was such an ass. After all is said and done and he's finished yelling at me, he sends his secretary in to tell me that 1. I'm too high risk for his office, and 2. there are no longer any high risk doctors in my area and 3. if I don't want to drive an hour to the valley for each visit, I'll have to see if I can be seen at the Public Health Clinic. Now doesn't that sound delightful? I tell her that it's fine that Dr JF won't see me because he is an unmitigated ass. She says she's heard that before. She REALLY says that! She says she heard him yelling at me and could she please make it up to me by setting up a visit at Public Health Clinic for me? Given my history of rocky pregnancies, she and I decide it would be best to be seen there sooner rather than being seen somewhere else later. Eeeesh. That certainly did not go as well as any of my other first prenatal visits. I go home tired and angry and worried. I call my good friend Bits who so far is one of three people who know I'm pregnant. The other two are, of course, The Dear Daddy and The Other Mommy. She tells me how severely Dr JF mismanaged two of her four pregnancies and I wind up happy that the high and mighty Dr JF thinks I'm too high risk for him. She says I'll be in good hands at the PHC and points out that if I run in to trouble, I don't want to have to drive for an hour to see a doctor in the valley. So it's all good.