Doctor’s appointment at 10:30 this morning. I was waiting two weeks to get in; it would be my first visit with a doctor in the Kansas City area. I don’t know any, so I picked one out of the HMO provider guide that would be on the way to work.
Last night, there was an ice storm. Roads were somewhat slick this morning. I’m also relatively new to KC, so it took a while to find the place. Anyhow, I show up at 10:35. I’m desperate to see a doctor, because on top of the various referrals I need, I’ve got a raging case of dermatitis of some sort, and all the over-the-counter histamine blockers and cortisone creams in the world aren’t helping. I’m scratching out chunks of flesh … not a good thing.
The receptionist … well, she tells me because I’m five minutes late, I’d have to reschedule. FIVE MINUTES LATE, and I’ve got to reschedule. You know what would have fucking happened if I arrived early? I’d be made to sit in the lobby for a half hour, then sent to a little waiting room where I’d sit for another hour. No … I took the morning off of work, and raced on slick streets to find the place, only to be told “never mind.”
To their credit, they’re squeezing me in on Friday morning. Still, though, it seems as if there’s no such thing as a physician practicing alone, or with one or two other doctors. It’s all huge, impersonal "medical groups, and because I didn’t follow Der Recepionisten’s rules, I’ll have sleepless nights and roughly serrated flesh for two more days.
I poop on you!