File this one under: you can’t make this shit up. A little background – I am pregnant with baby #3(!) due in December. Sadly, it looks like my last blog post was BEFORE baby #2 was even born. I am ashamed, I really am. But my dismal blogging aside, I absolutely have to share the following story for no other reason than pure entertainment value. (I’ve tried to keep it as succinct as possible, but may have failed. Just know that every word was totally necessary).
Some of you may recall that I had a few complaints about my prior OB/GYN. Namely, her lack of any semblance of a personality. Personality issues are certainly concerning, but she did manage to deliver Jonah without any sort of medical emergency arising, so we’ll give her that. Nonetheless, when I realized I would be in need of OB services yet again (another post for another day… if you’re lucky), I knew I would not be returning to Ms. Yawn Fest. I did a little Yelping, called a few doctors, and settled on my new OB (name withheld to protect the…guilty). For blog purposes, let’s call him Dr. B. He had a solo practice and great reviews, so I though I’d give it a go.
My very first appointment, I knew I’d made a good decision. Dr. B is a total whack job, in the most complimentary sense of that term. He’s funny, blunt, and personable, and has also been delivering babies for decades. A little crazy, but if you’re into that sort of thing (I am), you’d appreciate it.
Life went on. Pregnancy went on. Nothing exciting until one day I needed to call his office, so I Googled his office number and up popped… a mug shot. Yes, a mug shot. As in, a picture of Dr. B with a label on the bottom stating, “photo courtesy of Orange County District Attorney’s office.” He wasn’t smiling, but he wasn’t exactly frowning, so at first I wasn’t sure whether it was just a professional photo of him. Until I noticed the jumpsuit. Yup, there was no getting around it. Dr. B was in police custody at the time of this photograph. Well, then. That’s not great. I called his office, half expecting a disconnected line, but they answered the phone like, ain’t no thang and confirmed that yes, my appointment was, in fact, still on.
