My father spent the night in the hospital in late October with bad stomach pains. They diagnosed diverticulitis, or maybe a cold in his intestines. They don’t know, really.
He’s feeling better, but he’s also 69 years old and a bit on the overweight side. However, he’s very active, still working a part-time job, working on his hobbies, and getting ready to take his new RV on the road.
Today, he has an appt with his urologist, because the MRI showed a mass on the kidney. He’s supposed to get the results today.
So he and my step-mom get to the doctor’s office a bit early for his 3:45 appt, fill out the 30 squintillion forms, then about 4:20 he’s taken back to the examining room.
Where he waits.
And waits.
And waits some more.
Meantime, my step-mom has found my father’s file, which shows a hemoraghic (sp?) mass on the kidney which could have been there for years.
They continue to wait.
And wait.
And wait some more.
Then, at 5:20, a nurse pops her head in. “Oh, Mr. Ivylass’s father! You’re here! I’m sorry, but everyone’s gone home. We’re just locking up the office.”
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Oh my fucking God! This complete disregard for a patient’s well-being is completely beyond me. How the hell do you forget a patient? If the nurse hadn’t checked the room they could have been locked in.
He still doesn’t know the results of the MRI, although from what they could figure out from the file, the mass doesn’t seem to be anything to be worried about. Of course, we don’t know, do we, because the goddamn doctor went home!
My dad let slip the doctor’s name, and I found them online. I left a message with the answering service, and when (more likely if) the son of a bitch calls me back, I shall give him several pieces of my mind.
My dad has an appt with his regular doctor tomorrow, where he will demand a new urologist referral, but I’m afraid he’s had it and unless he’s loses a limb he won’t willingly step foot inside another doctor’s office again.
How the hell does something like this happen? I understand there are emergencies and the doctor is called away, but it sounds like my father was simply forgotten.
Well, I shall make sure that doesn’t happen again. Bastards.