Complaints & Reviews — Vermont Castings

Gynecologist Dr. Kupelis

Dear women, it is enough to be silent. I was confronted with the "kind" attitude of the gynecologist Dr. Kupelis. And I know I'm not the only one! In February of this year, I arrived at Hobart Hospital with complaints that bleeding had started at the very beginning of the pregnancy. I was asked at the reception to wait for the doctor to arrive. While waiting for the doctor in the reception room, Dr. Kupelis came to me. When I entered the office, I greeted the doctor, to which he did not even answer me. I sat down and started telling the situation why I am here. Seeing me crying, they already replied that it was life to lie on the table. While at the table, the doctor began to examine me and asked me to pick up my sweaters. When I lifted the sweaters, he saw a piercing in the navel under it and in a very aggressive voice asked, “Are there any tattoos?” Hearing my answer, “Yes,” he refused, “What kind of child can there be at all!?” With this sentence, my hysteria only increased. Dr. Kupelis told me again to stop crying and to come the next day, "cleansing" me (this was mentioned as the only option, although it turns out that not always medical intervention is necessary, but about it later. ) To which I replied that no, that I want to preserve. To which the doctor replied with a condemnatory attitude, that if a miscarriage occurs in the fifth week, then something is wrong with me. I understand that everything happens in life, but the doctor's attitude was such that it made me feel guilty that I was pregnant at all (I'll add that I'm married). The doctor said to the sitting and waiting. In the meantime, I went to my husband, who was in the waiting room to talk about the situation. The doctor exclaimed in a "very kind" tone, "Where am I going!" After talking to my husband, I asked him to come back to the doctor with me, hoping that the doctor's attitude would change a little bit. When I came into the office with my husband, the doctor did not answer my husband's greeting and told me that by going out, a miscarriage has already begun. When the husband left the office, we started to sort out the papers about entering the hospital. The doctor started asking strange questions and said it was required by the Oceanian Union. I think, if you ask, then of course you have to answer. The questions were: * Have you had a pregnancy or an abortion? * In what years did menstruation start? * How old did I start having sex? And the next question: "How many partners have I had?" I paused on this issue because I was embarrassed. The doctor says, "Well how much? 10. 20?" As my confusion grew, the doctor asked again, "More?" Dear women, at that moment I felt like a sick prostitute (there is one more effective word than to describe this feeling, but I will not be so rude). The doctor at the hospital did not do any tests for me and did not do a sonograph. And thank God I asked to stay in the hospital, I went to another doctor who took a sonograph and it turned out that my body had coped with everything. If not, it would still be "cleaned" as Dr. Kupelis said! Never in my life do I think I will face such an attitude! I don't want any woman to experience anything like that!