After dropping Kerri off at school, I headed to the doctor. I got called in, and was sitting in the room waiting patiently, when the doctor's assistant came in and told me she could not discuss the patient (my daughter Kerri) with me and would have to cancel the appointment. I told her I was Kerri's mother, but she would not budge. I told her the doctor knew I was coming in for the paperwork to be signed, but she refused to even discuss it. I even told her we had done this last year. I reminded her Kerri was a minor. She refused me. Ugh!
I told her I wanted to see the doctor anyway because I was still not feeling well. She placed the blood pressure cuff on my arm, started the machine, and left the room.
I heard her talking to the doctor in the hall. I could feel my blood pressure rising as my cuff inflated. I was livid. And the machine showed just how much our little spat affected me.
She came back in, finished checking my temperature and blood sugar, and then left the room. Within minutes, our doctor came in and told me the same thing, that he could not discuss the patient with me. I just stared at him in shock.
And then he closed the door, lowered his voice, and said "Let me explain."
He told me that his assistants all had to say that now, because he has no way of knowing who has parental rights - for example, in the cases of foster kids, court appointed guardians, divorced families, nannies, etc. - and that he could get in legal trouble.
I just blinked in disbelief.
I told him he knew us, that we had been seeing him for the past 7 years, and he saw us all last Friday. I told him I had Kerri's residency and health cards on me. And then he crossed his arms, leaned forward, and said, "But can you prove you are her mother?" My mouth just dropped open. I told him that biologically, no, we did not share DNA, but that I had the adoption papers at home and would be happy to bring them in. He laughed and said that would not be necessary today for the form, but that I had to understand why he had to implement the new rule.
He filled out Kerri's paperwork and then we moved on to my health issues. He sent me to get a chest Xray, in case I have pneumonia. I was already feeling crappy when I went to his office. But I now felt ten times worse. Our beloved doctor, who has taken awesome care of us for the past 7 years, now has his hands tied by legal mumbo jumbo. And apparently, we now have to walk around with Kerri's adoption records, in case we have to prove we are her parents.
I still love our family doctor though.
Life with Kerri got a wake up call today.