Let me start out by saying, I don't make a habit of going to ER's at 6 AM. In fact, I try to avoid it. However, when you have a child that has been vomiting since 1AM, and her dr says to take her to the ER, then to the ER I shall go.
Which is why I did not appreciate being treated like a hysterical mother by the ER doc who saw us. A very kind nurse gave us something to make my daughter stop vomiting, and while we were waiting in one of the rooms, we got some rest, which was wonderful. Then the doctor came in and informed me that she did not have the swine flu (which I knew, I was exhausted, not stupid). I informed him the her regular doc told me to take her to the ER because of the chance of dehydration due to the extreme vomiting. He then dismissed that, and told me that there was no way she could get dehydrated (she had been vomiting every 15 minutes for roughly 5 hours, so there actually was a chance). Then he sent us home. In short, your ER doc was a jerk, and we were the first patients he saw that day.
And when we were leaving we passed him in a room with an old woman in O2 hectoring her about her shortness of breath, so apparently it was not just us.
Just an FYI, I don't care what hospital my kid's dr is associated with, next time I'm taking her to St. Luke's.
That said, when you have spent two days with a sick kid and are so tired that you can't open a can of cat food, you should not, and I mean NOT, be allowed to make decisions. Such as "gee, my cat stinks, I think we should give her a bath". And if you do make that decision, the person who lives with you should NOT go along with it. In short, while the cat smells very nice now (she was rant, she's too fat to bathe all of herself), my brother and I look like we were wrestling a thorn bush. Just an FYI.
** slightly less snarky version of this letter is actually being sent to the ER I took my daughter to on Wends morning because this did happen. One thing I do not tolerate is nasty doctors. I certainly do not have white coat syndrome.