Doctor me Happy

So I have fallen into the Brazilian way of the doctor. Oh how the Brazilians I know love to go see them!

I mean look at me, I broke my baby toe. Given it hurt like a bitch slap to the foot, but still, it's just my baby toe! But no, like a good girl I went to the orthopedic and had it x-rayed and taped. The doctor told me I had to come back and get it taped professionally.  How often? Once a week for 4 to 6 weeks!

I find that a little surprising. I mean, it's been a while since I've used the American medical system but my old doctor would never have given me such care! Hell, I hardly got that much attention when I had a kidney infection.

Still, while it's good to be taken care of, it can also go overboard.  And you know what, I have. My poor boys are so comfortable with their pediatrician that they run into to say hello when we arrive at the office.  The routine of getting checked is so known that the doc might as well be cuddling with them on my couch, that's how big of a deal it is to them.

Stuffy nose for 2 weeks, go to the doctor. Sore muscle, go to the doctor. Cough cough, x-ray and go to the doctor.  Stub your toe because you are a damn ass, go to the doctor.

I'm starting to think that we're going a bit overboard down here.

That being said, my boys are lucky. Their pediatrician is mellow enough that he almost never orders any tests at all and goes it the old school way. Wait and see. Hell, I usually wait at least 3 days, if not 5, with a high fever before even taking them in.  FYI, in our pediatrician's office, it's only high after 102. Even then, that's not that high.

Compare that to my doctor. I went in with one funny level on a blood test and an irregular cycle and I had to do 2 ultrasounds and numerous blood tests. Numerous.  I'm glad she's thorough but sometimes I wonder if it's a bit too much. One of these days I may get cancer. Sure, it could happen. But at the rate she's going, it's going to be because of x-rays and ultrasounds!

I know I could choose another doctor for myself but my irrational maternal fear of dying and leaving my kids behind nips that in the butt. Where's my anal insurance coverage making sure I don't get the care I could potentially need without knowing it? Oh wait, I'm in Brazil. My insurance company actually takes care of me.

Then again, this is all coming from a Mother and wife who's dealt with fever seizures, stitches, pneumonia, ear infections, skin infections, foreskin/penis infections, staph infections, and a spontaneous pneumothorax. I guess anyone would fall into the "cautious" zone after that.

Which way do you go with your medical care? And does your insurance let you be as cautious as you would like?