Barney Kay D DO

AVOID!!! She switched my medication without consulting me or my insurance company. When I called to inquire about the change, she was incredibly rude and spoke down to me and stated that I was too old to continue taking the same medication. She stated that she’d tried to call me, but that is not the case. If you want a Doctor find someone else. If you want to be belittled and spoken down to by «The school nurse from junior high», then go see her, Dr. Barney. There is a difference between a straight forward professional and someone in flip flops and a dirty shirt that wants to talk down to you and not treat you.

I guess we should have checked the reviews before going to see this «doctor». Very rude, unprofessional (she was wearing flip-​flops), and continued to give unwarranted «parenting advice» that she had picked up, admittedly, from tv and we weren’t even there for our kid. I’m guessing she’s in private practice because no other professional M.D. would have her represent their name. Avoid this place at all costs. There’s a Walgreens a mile away with a minute clinic inside, or hell, go to the gas station next door. I’m sure you’ll get a better diagnosis from the 3^rd shift clerk. AVOID AT ALL COSTS. If I had a car wreck at the bottom of the hill I would rather have a racoon with a band-​aid come to my aid instead of this «doctor».

Dr. Kay Barney is by far the most unprofessional «Doctor» I have ever had the displeasure to encounter. The office is dirty and disheveled. She dresses like a bum and is obviously unhealthy from lack of proper diet or exercise. Ifyou are looking for compassionate care look elsewhere. She tried spouting her political agenda to me and got very rude when I did not seem interested. Just google her name and read all the negative reviews. I won’t be going back and would never consider taking my children to see her.

WOW. My insurance is temporarily changed and I cannot see my beloved Dr. Weaver. In my continuing effort to keep it Parkville, I went to see Kay Barney. The parking lot was empty and yet I still saw her exactly one hour after my appointment time. I do have to admit I’m impressed with her electronic document management system, it eliminated the paperwork of a new patient and made that go fast. However, walking down the hall I was in a time warp from my parents’ home, growing up in the mid-​70s to mid-​80s. Can’t say I remember ever giving a «sample» in a Dixie cup!
Her triage person could not find my pulse (I swear I’m alive!) after trying on both arms and said, «We’ll just say it’s this over that.» I just came from working out, so I’m quite sure my blood was pumping. Finally the doctor comes in and in the conversation she asks me how much milk I drink a day. «Oh, one to two cups.» She replied,
«Well, you should be drinking at least four cups a day, because in case you’ve never noticed, you’re oriental.»
1. What’s with the attitude? ‘In case I’ve never noticed?‘
2. I AM NOT ORIENTAL! I AM MEXICAN.
3. It is 2011. Who says oriental!!! (Should that be capitalized with an O?)
Despite marking the appropriate box that I am Hispanic, I clarified for her my race. She continued on, stating she recommends a calcium pill,
«because as black and oriental women get older, they cannot tolerate drinking that much milk.»
Also in the conversation she managed to make a disparaging comment about Barbara Bush (again, I say, it’s 2011 — who bags on Barbara Bush in 2011?), and then George W. (Although I’m okay with that, how does she know that, and how does she expect to maintain a practice if she spouts her political agenda?)
I could not get out of there fast enough. I just want my darn prescription for an antibiotic, lady!