Few things terrify me or make me as self-conscious as walking into my doctor’s waiting room.
No, no, it’s not because of my doctor. Dr. V, who is my GP is an absolute darling and I am half in love with him. He’s punctual. He’s thorough. He listens to what I have to say, does not medicate unless absolutely essential. And whenever I’m not well, he calls me up to check on how I’m doing. And never once, in the 15 years that I have known him, has he given me an injection 🙂 So if my doctor is such a nice guy, why am I so scared of walking into his waiting room? Read on…
One of the places that Dr. V consults from is a clinic near my house. It is not a particularly well-managed clinic, but since the timings and location are convenient for me this is where I go. Dr. V’s consulting hours at this clinic overlaps with that of Dr. K, a hugely popular consulting gynaecologist and a fertility expert. To give you an estimate of her popularity, let us assume that for every patient of Dr. V, there are 30 for Dr. K ! While the former’s patients are mostly elderly men and women, the latter’s patients are women in various stages of pregnancy.
Now imagine walking into a room full of pregnant women and their accompanying family member/friend and feeling every eye on you. I don’t know about you, but I feel very self-conscious. I didn’t always feel like this, but my visits to the clinic and interactions I’ve had at the waiting room over the years, has made me so.
These have been interactions based on certain assumptions on the other person’s part. Assumptions made automatically, and perhaps even unconsciously, because I am a woman in the reproductive age range, and who is visiting a clinic where a gynaecologist is consulting. Assumptions played out at the clinic in a tragi-comic way, and navigating which has been quite a task as I have found out, starting with the reception desk.
This is the “conversation” I have at the reception desk with the receptionist-cum-telephone operator-cum-nurse. It begins with a standard automatic statement.
“You are patient number __. Please take a seat. Dr. K. is seeing patient number __ and you have to wait for about __ minutes. What is your name?”
“I am not here to see Dr. K; I’m here to see Dr. V.”
“Oh ! Then why didn’t you say so before? What is your name? You are the first patient for him and you are early. Please take a seat.”
The interesting thing to note here is the receptionist-cum-telephone operator-cum-nurse at the clinic has not changed in the last 15 years. And even though she probably recognises me from previous visits to the clinic, just because I am a woman, she automatically assumes that I am there to consult Dr. K and not Dr. V !
Once this “formality” is over, I usually take a deep breath and surreptitiously look for a place to sit. Years of experience and caution at the clinic have taught me that a seat next to the husband of a patient is the safest because there is no danger of any conversation happening.
Now, conversations at the clinic are rarely just conversations, but are part interrogation, part morality lecture and advice with lots of assumptions thrown in. The conversation I’m about to share happened during my second or third visit to the clinic about 15 years back. An Auntyji, who was accompanying her daughter to consult Dr. K, was seated next to me in the waiting room. After exchanging smiles, Auntyji started off:
“Why have you come alone, beta? There should be someone with you.”
“Er… I don’t need anyone with me, Aunty. I’m fine.. I’ve just come for a check-up.”
“I know, I know. But it’s always nice to come with someone here.”
I just shrugged as there was really nothing that I could say to this. Meanwhile, Auntyji was giving me a once over with increasing disapproval.
“I don’t know what it is with girls of your generation. You look like a Hindu. There is no mangalsutra, no toe ring, no sindoor, no bangles, no gold even… Doesn’t your husband say anything? Don’t you care about him?”
“Husband? What husband? I’m not married, Aunty.”
At this Auntyji swelled up with righteous indignation and boomed loudly enough for the entire waiting room to hear, “Not married ! Then what are you doing in a gynaecologist’s clinic if you’re not married?”
Every eye in the room swung to look at me. Just then, Dr. V’s arrival was announced and my name called out. And I just walked out of the waiting room without looking back.
I must admit that I was thoroughly mortified at that time and over the years have thought about various responses I could have made — some scathing, some sarcastic, some angry — to that Auntyji’s statement.
Then there was this conversation with a kindly and well-meaning woman of my age about 3-4 years back, and again with loads of assumptions. I was, however, by now wiser in giving my answers and had almost perfected the art of just responding to the question.
“Your husband isn’t here?”
“So, you have come to meet the doctor alone this time?”
“Do you have children?”
“No, I don’t.”
“Don’t worry, you have come to the right place. Dr. K is a great doctor and her fertility treatment is very good and successful. You are in safe hands and you’ll soon be blessed with a child. I have a daughter now and am beginning treatment for a second child.”
And with this she launched into describing the whole process of fertility treatment, supposedly for educating me and preparing me for what lay ahead. I was feeling quite sick and green with all the detailed graphic description, but she never noticed and stopped only when her name was called out for Dr. K. And the last thing she said to me before going into the doctor’s room?
“Next time, come with your husband. Okay? You’re not looking too good.”
Then there was the time when an elderly woman and her daughter narrated the latter’s experience of surgery to remove a 2 kg fibroid from her uterus, before she could conceive and have a child. They actually passed around photographs of the fibroid to the people in the waiting room. The husbands in the room could not run out of the room fast enough, while the women in the room just oohed and aahed in morbid fascination !
I have rarely come away from a visit to the waiting room at the clinic (at least that’s what it always feels like rather than a visit to the doctor) without an interaction or a conversation or even advice involving “my” non-existent husband, child(ren) or lack thereof, advice and encouragement to go for fertility treatment, etc. And I have often wondered why? I mean I have been in waiting rooms of my dentist, my orthopaedist or my ophthalmologist and have never had any conversations with other patients other than a, “Who goes in next?” Is it because of the number of patients in the waiting room, or the size of the waiting room, the seating arrangement… or is it because a gynaecologist is doctor for women only? Or is it because, I am the only one unaccompanied by someone else in the waiting room?
Whatever the reason, it kind of reinforces certain beliefs that even in an urban and a modern place like Mumbai, a woman of a certain age is assumed to be married and have children or is at least trying for one. I mean, even when I give my name at the reception counter of the clinic, it is always prefixed with a Mrs. This used to irritate me before and I would try to correct it, but now I just accept it and play along as there is really nothing I can do against such entrenched and preconceived notions.
These days I go armed with a book, earphones, newspaper… the works. Not that it deters some from asking, “But where is your husband?” I have also reached a stage where I can look at the comical side of the whole thing and laugh about it, and even share it here. I can laugh at the fact that none of Dr. K’s patients realise that there is another doctor in the clinic at the same time. I can laugh at the automatic assumptions made and play guessing games as to the type of questions likely to be asked. I can even laugh at my fear at entering the clinic’s waiting room.
But wait ! I have a visit to the clinic’s waiting room to prepare for tomorrow as I go to meet Dr. V fro a check-up. Gulp ! I’ll laugh after the visit is over 😉
31 thoughts on “Pregnant pauses: Conversations in a doctor’s waiting room”
Laugh and then tell us any new gossip.. the aunty might ask you of your husband does not come.. then come with your MIL.. he he..
I wonder what will they say if a man goes to see Dr. V.. JUST A thought..
LOL..for your last line 🙂
He he he just a thought I wonder what the aunty will ask me
Hahaha Bikram, that suggestion isn’t half-bad. Sudha, you might consider that as defence the next time you have to go there. 😀 I am sure your ‘husband’ wouldn’t mind.
The auntyji might probably ask for your wife. 🙂 But seriously, just like I have not seen other unaccompanied women at the clinic, I have not seen unaccompanied men either. Hmmm… new point for observation, Bikram.
Was my nodding my head through out till the end. hahaha…I was imagining the whole waiting room…it reminded me of a similar incident. When I was pregnant with my first child, hubby left to the U.S and mom would accompany me to the gynaec. But I wouldn’t feel her necessary with me for every visit. So, after a couple of visits I used to tell her to stay home and would go alone. I clearly noticed the looks people gave me when I went alone. All the heads would turn when I was called inside and when I walked out. So, at the end of pregnancy mom would say, you donno..you shouldn’t go alone. What will people think? Now, I know what you mean. Where as here, I know people who drove to the hospital for their deliveries…good luck with the check up and the queries.. 🙂
Yes, what will people think, Latha? A woman going alone to the doctor 😉 I do not like anyone accompanying me to the doctor and see where it got me 😛 But I really wonder what sort of a world we live in where an unaccompanied woman raises so many questions
hilarious, Sudha, the way you have put it! if only some of those auntys would read this post!!! unfortunately, most of us have gone through this,,,, i go to my gynac alone, and a number of ppl ask me why my hubby isnt with me. the receptionist/nurse herself asked me once why my husband never accompanied me… can never understand why they think a woman cant handle anything by herself. of course, thats also because i am one of the few women in that waiting room who is alone. once an old woman was there alone, and after chatting for a while, asked me how i managed it.. she said she had been coming for years.. with her husband. now he was no more.. and this was her first visit alone… and she had a hard time bringing herself there.. sad, really… on a lighter note, my gynac’s hubby is an opthalmologist and they share the waiting area, and its rare to see patients for him.. while she is completely booked. a patient for him always invites a lot of stares and questions… though again, i have rarely seen women come alone there either 😀
I don’t think any of those aunties or well-meaning are going to read this post. Unfortunately. As I read the comments to this post, I am beginning to realise that being an unaccompanied in a doctor’s office seems to be a major problem for people. Wonder why, though 😉
Stereotypes never leave one alone 😀 but good that you have a laugh about it and move on.. I think when it comes to marriage and pregnancy advice, we are champions…
Oh we are champions about many things — marriage, pregnancy, relationships, prejudices, biases… We have an opinion on everything 😀 Thank god that we can look at the funny side and laugh about it. At least sometimes. 😀
So I am married and I have a child…wait I am just clearing it up to you..and then I go to this ENT who sits with a gynac..The brat is with the spouse at home so I go alone
RM: Mereko Dr. P se milna hai
Receptionist : Baitho
AFter 10 minutes of severe scrunity from the people and their husbands and mothers…
Receptionist: RM, aap next ho
RM: But Dr. P ke saath toh koi hai na?
Receptionist: Arey woh Dr. G (Gynac) toh khali hai na..toh udhar jaao
RM: But but..mereko Dr. P se milna hai
Receptionist: arey Dr. G se kyun nahi milna…pregnant nahi ho kya?
So darling, this is how it happens in Mumbai eh?
rofl!!! I am sure R wud love to hear those magical words!!!
Thanks RM for the hearty laugh I had this morning when I read your comment. So much confusion we unaccompanied women women create in doctor’s waiting rooms, na? 🙂
Hmmmm I wud seeth with irritation had I been in ur place….I mean why do ppl poke in their nose unnecessarily? hmph!
Good luck 😀
Thanks, Smitha 🙂
I seethed with irritation all right then, and still do it. But sometimes giving in to that irritation has proved to be more troublesome than keeping quiet !
Poor you! I think people are becoming more nosy in Mumbai, because I remember going alone for the very first check up when I was pregnant and no one asked me anything, not even the doctor who only wanted to know his blood group. In all the visits he must have come once or maybe twice, when he could take off early from work.
Anyway, I think you should go armed with some good repartees tomorrow and then share the conversations here for us to enjoy. That would even make you creatively speculate about the possible questions you will be facing. After all, you have long years of experience behind you 😀
Today evening, I’m going armed with my smartphone (I can surf the net, you see :-D), headphones, a book and a kindle. And also with a list of questions that I could be asked and possible answers. Yes, ma’am, I’m prepared 🙂
That was hilarious !!! and I loved what R”s Mom and Bikramjit had to say 🙂
Welcome here, Sridevi. And thank you so much for stopping by and commenting. Glad you liked the post 😀
The reverse is true here. People look askance at you if you come in with a parent. The thought process being you’re an adult about to have a baby, why would you need to hold onto a parent’s apron strings?
You know, Meera, none of the friends I have here, guys or gals, go to the doctor alone and they think it is weird that I prefer to go alone. 😀
Hilarious…These places give us interesting conversations to remember and to laugh over..
laughed it the way you have presented… Hope u doing well and it was just a general visit to the doc.. 🙂
Glad you enjoyed the post, Manjulika. I’m doing fine and this was just a routine visit to the doc. Winters in Mumbai bring the onset of many allergies and I was summoned to the clinic by him 🙂
The post title is super! and so is the post 😀
😀 Glad you liked it !
So funny…and true! People are terribly curious, though they probably think they are well-meaning.
I was smiling all through your post. Do post again after your next visit!
Glad you enjoyed it, Nima 🙂 I don’t doubt the fact that people are well-meaning, but when this is combined assumptions, it has tragi-comic results 🙂
the only passtime for all these auntyjis around are these kind of poking-in I guess! gaaaaawddd!! i wonder how many days would she have spoken about you! 😉 hahaha!
I’m pretty sure this Auntyji must be narrating this incident whenever she can, with new and spiced up masala each time.
That Auntyjis are nosy is a well-known thing, but you know what Unclejis are no better. But that is matter for another post 😉