Dear hospital: Why do you call me at my home to verify information that you are going to ask me to verify AGAIN when I get there? If you must call me at home to ask me to verify information that you will ask me to verify AGAIN when I get there, why can’t you at least get the information RIGHT? It didn’t really change the quality of my life, but I would rather you didn’t call me, certainly not in the evening, certainly not anytime after 6:00 PM. If you must, then at least do you job right. C’mon, I changed jobs TWO YEARS AGO. Why must I tell you *that *every single time I come (and when you call me at home to ask)? You have scanned in my insurance card to store in the data base every time I come there - why do you always have the insurance wrong?
And while we’re at it, why make me drive up there for a pre-screening, simply to tell me stuff I already knew? And when you tell me there is a risk of death and I ask how big a risk - certainly a reasonable question - you should have some freakin’ clue. Seriously, if there is 2% chance, that is hugely different than a 90% chance. “A chance of death” does not give me enough information to let me make an informed decision. At 2% I will most surely have the operation. I’m not sure at what percentage I dig in and say no, but I still would like a rough guess.
Yeah, in two weeks. The doc claims this is the last one - but he said that *last *time. Filed under other fun news: He said *this *one is going to hurt. My first thought was: You mean 'cause all the other ones were so much fun? My second thought was: Damn, if you didn’t warn me about the other ones and you felt the need to warn me about this one - I must be screwed!
Actually, my bigger complaint is that my company makes me use all my sick leave AND all my vacation on recovery. I am rather tired of spending my vacations recovering.
Oh well. I guess it is better than NOT recovering, eh?
Quick story. Two days ago I got a call from the hospital to please call them back. My experience has been that this is just them calling to get my information (see original post) and since they usually ask me again when I get there, I blew it off.
Turns out my surgeon had an emergency and so they were calling to cancel the operation! Luckily for me, whatever emergency he had went away, so they sent me an email to cancel the cancellation. The operation is still on. I would have been majorly pissed had I driven up there, stayed in a hotel over night and then gotten up tomorrow at 6:00 only to find out there was no operation.
I suppose I have been taught something, eh?
Thanks for the kind words both Ellen Cherry and IrreverentTone.
When somebody goes in for an ACL reconstruction, don’t arrange the bed in the preop/recovery room so that my foot is a mere six inches from where the door opens, causing every single nurse and doctor that walks in or out of the door to bump into my bum leg. It didn’t feel good before the surgery, and it didn’t feel good after the surgery, either.
Cheers,
Santo “busted my knee playing rugby” Rugger
(Hope you don’t mind me stealing a small part of your thread!)
When my doctor schedules a test STAT, that means immediately, if not sooner. His dear, sweet nurse called me, breathless, asking if the hospital had called to schedule me yet. I said no, and she said they will, very very soon.
Hours tick by. Nigh on 4pm, I call the doctor’s nurse, leave a message, then call scheduling, leave a message.
Scheduling calls me back, saying I can’t have the test tomorrow when it would work best for me, since it’s not STAT anymore, because I’m not having it done today. Ummm…that would be because YOU NEVER CALLED ME TO SCHEDULE IT, SO I COULD TELL YOU TOMORROW MORNING WOULD FIT ME FINE!
Grrrr, so instead of a half day tomorrow, I have to take the entire day off. Thank goodness I have lots of vacation time, but I’d rather save some for AFTER the surgery, mmmkay?
