So, I called to make my appointment. That’s what I was told to do. I’m very obedient…
Her: Hello, Dr. B’s office. May I help you?
Me: Yes, I’m calling to make an appointment.
Her: This is a referral only office since Doc B is a specialist. We only accept referrals.
Me: Okay. My Doc’s assistant called yesterday to inform me that my blood work was faxed to you guys and that I was to make an appointment with Doc B.
Her: Well, we got the blood work but no referral. The blood work doesn’t mean anything without a referral.
Me: Okay. I understand. I was just following through with instructions given to me. I apologize. I assumed my blood work and medical records being transferred to you guys meant I was being referred…
Her: Well, what do you have?
Me: (thinking…THAT’S THE MILLION DOLLAR QUESTION, LADY!)
Me: I don’t know. My son died. No one knows why. I had some blood work done and my doctor then felt as if he should send it to you guys. I’m just calling to make an appointment. (FYI: I was calm, not sassy, and very “How to Win Friends and Influence People” by Dale Carnegie)
Her: Well, what were you tested for?
Me: My doctor did an antibody panel for such and such disease.
Her: Well, we don’t treat such and such disease.
Me: Right, and I don’t know if I have that disease or any disease. I was just trying to do my part of the equation by making an appointment.
Her: What’s your phone number? I’ll make some calls and call you back later.
Me: 867-5309 (JUST KIDDING)
Have I heard from anyone yet? No.
I do believe many doctors, and all nurses, desire to help people heal. I also don’t care for drug companies and politics and the ‘system’ because, one, do I look like a dog groomed and trained to jump through hoops? NO, I’m a freaking human being, God’s most treasured creation, created in His image, just like YOU and YOU and YOU, so let’s treat each other that way. Just an idea here, folks. No other creature on earth can claim that…And two, I saw and learned too much being in the hospital with Noah to know that even the doctor with the best intentions, even the ones who fall in love with your kid, are still bound by a lot of political mumbo jumbo.
I gotta go make some endorphins. Later.