When last I ranted, I had a small adrenal tumor and possibly a goiter.
My doctor gave me a referral to another, better endocrinologist-- the head of endocrinology at Methodist Hospital as a matter of fact. I call the endo’s office on or about January 6th. I am given an appointment for April 2nd.
In the meantime, my primary physician schedules a sono of the goiter and a “while we’re at it, let’s get a look at your lungs” x-ray. When I call for my results I get a good news/bad news dealie. No goiter but there’s a shadow on your lungs. More x-rays from different angles. These x-rays come back showing a definite nodule. Time for a CT-Scan.
I get the scan done on March 16th. One agonizing and sleepless week later, I call the office for the results-- and call and call.
March 23: “Sorry, we don’t have them yet. We should, though. I’ll call the lab and get back to you.”
March 24th: “Oh yes, that’s right. The doctor will look at them and get right back to you.”
March 26th: “The doctor will call you back as soon gets a break in between patients.”
March 27th: “The doctor will call you back today by 6pm.”
On March 28th I had had enough and left this nasty message on the doctor’s answering machine 7:30 in the morning:
I think I have been more than patient. I would like to know whether or not I have cancer. Please give me a fucking call back.
ONE HALF HOUR LATER, my doctor calls me back. But not to give me results. Noooooo. First she has to chastise me for leaving her a message with a four letter word in it. I told her why is it that I had to leave a message with a four letter word in it before she called me back? And then she whined (kinda like the docs who may or may not come to post in this thread) about how busy she was and how she calls patients after business hours and how many phone calls she has to make and. . .
“I DON’T CARE!!!” I yelled over her whining, “You left me twisting in the wind for 2 WEEKS. I have not slept a wink in that time.”
“Your lungs are clear.”
“Thank you-- BYE!”
“No-- don’t hang up! The shadow on the x-ray was caused by the tumor on your adrenal gland which is growing. You really need to have that looked at.”
Good thing I have that appointment for this Monday, I think to myself. Hey, I haven’t spoken with that office in three months. Let me give them a call. . .
Me: Hi, this is Biggirl and I’d like to confirm my appointment with Dr Glands for this Monday.
Receptionist: You can’t have an appointment with Dr. Glands this Monday. She’s not in.
Me: WHAT!!!
Receptionist: Hold on please, l et me see something.
I hold for 10 minutes. I know I hold for 10 minutes because I put her on speakerphone and the time display on my work phone says 10:29 when she comes back.
Receptionist: We called you on March 26th and there was no answer.
Me: You called me ONCE after a 3 month wait? And that’s IT? What about my appointment??
Receptionist: We can reschedule you. How about July 18th?
Me (bursting into tears): How about FUCK YOU!!!
Yeah so I hope this fucking tumor kills me so I never have to deal with another doctor for as long as I live.