It’s been a long, long time since I’ve been this angry.
When the doctor (randomly selected from a list of four female OBGs that my insurance company will cover) sent me the forms to fill out for insurance, they included a little check list.
Statement of Patient Responsibilities
They included things like
I will do everything I can to provide the healthiest environment for my baby during my pregnancy. I will provide proper nutrition; avoid cigarettes (including passive smoking) and alcohol. I will take no drugs not approved by my provider.
I must accept the outcome and consequences for my baby and me if I choose not to follow the treatment plan for my pregnancy.
This… bothered me. I’m not a child who got pregnant by accident. I’m a married adult woman and thinking human being who can make her own decisions without signing a piece of paper.
I called. I thought if this was going to be a problem, it was better to know ahead of time, and maybe get a new doctor. I was assured that I didn’t have to fill it out and that everything would be okay.
We went in today for the appointment and the first thing they did was presented me with a new copy of the insult to my intelligence. I refused, politely, to sign it.
Somewhat later, I was brought back into the office manager’s office and told that I really should sign it. I reiterated my objections to the form.
“Well, this is a Christian practice, Mrs. Hicks,” she said. “Are you going to have a problem with that?”
“No, ma’am,” I said. “I am not Christian, but I don’t have any problems with other people being Christian. ”
After a hurried conversation with the doctor, who I never saw, the verdict came down to this:
She did not feel comfortable treating me as a non-Christian and made arrangements for another doctor to see me tomorrow as soon as possible.
It’s nice to know that bigotry and prejudice are alive and well.