So I go to the doctor a week or so ago and asked for a physical in my quest to have a more active role in my own health. Plus at 25 I am trying to get in shape and get serious about preventing bad stuff later on down the road. He sent me for a CBC, a cholesterol test and some kinda diabetes test (no reason to believe I had problems in any of these areas, just checking at my request).
So a couple of days later I call his office and talk to one of the secretaries that answered the phone. I tell her I want my test results. “Well because of HIPAA you’ll have to make an appointment and discuss the results with your doctor.”
Me: “What? I have to make another appointment just to find out a few numbers? But I’m not sick. Can’t I just talk to a nurse or something?”
Her: “Yes, you can come in and tell us that you want to talk to a nurse about your results but you may have to wait a while.”
Me: “Fine, no problem.”
So I go to the office, got there about 3:55. The lobby is pretty empty, just a few patients milling around. I tell the nice lady at the desk why I’m there:
Her: “You’ll have to make an appointment to talk to your doctor, we can’t give out that information.”
Me: “But it’s MY information! And I was told if I came here in person a nurse would show me my results.”
Her: “Okay, give me your name and I’ll go talk to Dr. H’s nurse.”
So I give her my name and sit and wait. I’m trying very hard to be patient and nice because I know that this is a big practice, they are swamped and severely understaffed. It’s not the nice lady at the desk’s fault that HIPAA is bullshit.
THIRTY FIVE minutes later, I haven’t heard one peep out of her, and she spots me and asks “Oh, have they registered you yet?”
Um, no.
“Okay hang on.”
By this time I am steamed because it is obvious that, despite sitting in her field of vision, she completely and totally forgot about me, never mind that by the time she remembered me there was ONE other patient in the lobby.
Five minutes later I get the “We can’t give you the information” song and dance again. She takes my name and number and tells me that Dr. H will personally call me tomorrow.
The next day a secretary, not Dr. H, calls me and tells me that I’ll have to see Dr. H to get the results.
Okay, I’m all about privacy and God knows I don’t want just anyone being able to access my medical information. But sheesh! This is ridiculous! They’re MY test results! Who do I have to sleep with to be able to see my own damn results in a timely manner? It will have been 3 weeks by the time I find out! What if this were something REALLY important? I mean, chances are everything is fine, but why should I have to wait 3 weeks to find out results that they got the same day I had my blood drawn?
What REALLY pisses me off is that doctors will be able to use this to force patients to make appointments they don’t need. I’ll spend a grand total of 5 minutes with Dr. H on July 15th and he’ll be able to bill my insurance his office fee. Lovely.
Rar!