When are doctors going to get it - their livelihoods depend on customer service. We aren’t just patients, we are clients.
We are in the midst of a medical adventure. Honorable Son #2 (“HS2”) was born 12 days ago. He’s a premie - he was born by emergency C-Section six weeks early because he has an arrythmia and his heart rate had started to drop.
The hospital had a pediatric cardiologist on-call. In the hospital, she wasn’t the most responsive of people; on a few days, we were told by the nurses that she was coming by, only to have her not show. And there were little things; for example, we were scheduled to be discharged one day at noon. She, of course, hadn’t called in, and the nurses wanted to clear the discharge with her. She didn’t call in until 2, and then she ordered another EKG, the result of which was that we didn’t get out until around 6 that evening. Just a little bit of poor planning on her part, and we lose six hours.
But that was a minor screw-up. HS2 left the hospital connected to a heart monitor. About 24 hours after we left the hospital, the thing starts going off like crazy. We call our regular pediatrician, who says “go to the ER.” We go (the ER was in a different hospital).
We also call the cardiologist’s office. We tell the receptionist that we are going to the ER and ask for a call. We stay in the ER for about three hours - no call from the cardiologist. It turns about to be a false alarm - the ER’s heart monitor showed a better heartrate then the home monitor was showing.
Later that night, we are back at the (second) hospital. HS2’s billirubin was up, and his pediatrician wanted him admitted. We had an appointment with the cardiologist the next day, and early in the morning, I called the cardiologist’s office to cancel, saying the HS2 was in the hospital for the second time that day, and noting that we still hadn’t heard from her concerning the first ER visit.
Again, no call - indeed, we have never heard from her since.
The second hospital has its own pediatric cardiologist, as it happens one with whom we had had a consult during the pregnancy. He showed up when he said he was going to. He spent some time with us. He spoke with only the necessary amount of medicalese. When he left, we: (1) understood what was going on; (2) were reassured; and (3) had a fair idea of the prognosis - three things the first cardiologist never managed to accomplish.
We have fired the first cardiologist; the second cardiologist will be caring for HS2.
From what we understand of HS2’s condition, he is pretty much an ideal patient for a pediatric cardiologist - he is unlikely to have a crisis or have a permanent condition, but he is going to need regular check-ups and testing for about a year. That’s money in the bank for a cardiologist, and the first one threw it away because she just couldn’t be bothered to make a phone call.
Too many doctors are like this. About 1.5 years ago, I herniated a disc, and once had to go to the ER for pain management. On the way there, I called my primary care doctor and left a message. I never got a call back from him, either - and he is no longer my doctor.
The perinatologist during HS2’s pregnancy could speak (non-medical) English, and his office couldn’t start a routine appointment within 1/2 hour of the starting time, even when we were the first appointment of the day. If any of our friends need a perinatologist in the future, we will recommend against him.
Honorable Son #1’s dentist called him “undisciplined” and impugned our parenting because HS1 was scared to death, screaming and crying during his recent dentist appointment. HS1 is 2.5 years old. When it is time for HS1’s next appointment, we will be finding another dentist.
We all want the “best” doctor. But for most of us, we simply cannot know which doctors are technically more proficient - physicians’ qualifications and success rates are (largely) kept hidden from us. So the only criteria available to us is whether the doctor is responsive, punctual, and is able to communicate effectively. But so many doctors just don’t seem to care about those things.
Screw 'em. They’re not getting my business.