Photo of Erin and her wife:
I went to my doctor in Indianapolis for my regular hormone checkup. I told him I had been coughing up large amounts of blood. He asked me a bunch of questions and told me what it sounded like was a tumor (either cancerous or non cancerous) or possibly a granuloma.
The doctor told me that without insurance, he couldn’t write test orders as they run in the thousands. I told him I was checking into insurance. My doctor said when I get health insurance, he will write orders for tests. He told me to call him if it gets worse, and / or go to the emergency room.
A few days later, I awoke to more pain then usual in my chest. I had been having chronic pain, just not as much as that morning. I coughed up about a cup of blood total. Amanda and I decided to go to the emergency room at Ball Memorial Hospital.
At the emergency room, we were told to approach the intake desk. I gave my information to two people. One person asked the questions and the other person was sitting next to her and appeared to be in training.
When she got to the part about surgeries, I told her all the ones I had. She said, "Any more?"
I said, “No.”
She said, "Are you SURE you haven't had ANY other surgeries?"
I said, “No.”
They completed my registration. I saw that they had me listed as ‘Male.’ I corrected them. I pointed out my state ID says ‘Female.’ The lady in training sniggered. The one asking the questions just looked annoyed and left it as ‘Male.’
She told the triage nurse to take my vitals. He stared at me for a couple of seconds and looked at the lady who did my intake. The triage nurse said, "Remember, paybacks suck!" I flashed an angry look at the triage nurse.
He said, "Not you, I was talking about something from earlier."
We sat in the waiting room for a bit, then we were called back and led to an exam room. We got more stares as we were going into the exam room.
After awhile, a nurse came into the exam room. The nurse said they would probably want a urine specimen. She took me to the bathroom. I went into the bathroom and shut the door. I heard suppressed laughter and a comment about "good thing it's a unisex bathroom."
I was trying to tell myself that things maybe were not as I was seeing them. I got back to the exam room. I found my partner angry and fighting back tears. I asked her what was wrong.
She told me that while I was in the bathroom, people kept laughing and poking their heads into the exam room. Finally one nurse said, “So is 'it' a ‘he’ or a ‘she’ or a ‘he-she’?"
So my partner says, “SHE is my WIFE! Not an ‘IT’!”
The nurse replied with a chuckle, "Well, what do you want me to say? I can't tell, and until I know, ‘he’ is an ‘it’..." The nurse used “he” even though my partner said “she.”
The nurse who took me to the bathroom came back into the exam room. She asked me a bunch of questions that were mostly about normal medical stuff.
Then the nurse asked me, "How long have you been a transvestite?"
I explained that I wasn't a transvestite. I explained Transsexuality 101 to her. Latter, I found out she had asked my partner the same thing about me being a transvestite.
After about 2 hours, she came back with a coloring book and crayons for my son. A few minutes later, she came back to the exam room and started asking some strange questions such as:
”Can you afford to buy groceries every week?”
“Do you ever feel overwhelmed?”
“Do you ever think about suicide?”
I got real mad. I tried not to show it and I said, “When am I going to see a doctor?”
She then told me, “You have to have your doctor write orders for tests. They didn’t know how to treat someone in my condition.”
I said, “I do not know what my condition is and that’s why I am here.”
She said, “No, you're other condition - the transvestite thing.”
I felt angry and I was embarrassed. I did my best to keep from crying so they wouldn’t see.
I grabbed my son and we left.
(I know not a proper news source, but oh well)