I’ve got a thing for which I had to go see an endocronologist. Since I sat in his waiting room for over 3 hours before I got to see him, it was hard not to notice that 99% of the 20 or so people waiting to see him were the vast majority were probably 1st generation immigrants. About 80% of them were elderly.
He told me lab tests needed to be done. He also told me I had an enlarged thyroid and I needed to come back to his office in three days to get a sonogram of it. My appointment was for 11:15. At 2:30, I asked the receptionist how much longer would my wait be. She told me that there were still 3 people ahead of me and that the person in with the technician was in the middle of a two hour proceedure. I left. Still haven’t gotten my thyroid looked at. For reasons I’ll state below, I’m beginning to doubt if I really need to.
Had the tests done at a lab and called his office after a week to get the results. “I can’t tell you your results over the phone, the doctor has to tell you,” his receptionist told me.
“OK, when can he get back to me with the results?” I asked.
“I can make an appointment for you to see him. . .” she starts.
“I already have an appointment to see him next week. I just want to know the results of my test.”
“But I already told you I can’t tell you over the phone.”
“Yes, we have established that you, the receptionist, cannot give me my results over the phone. When would be a good time for me to call to speak to the doctor or when can he call me back with the results?”
“I can make an appointment for you to see him. . .”
“DO YOU UNDERSTAND THE WORDS THAT ARE COMING OUT OF MY MOUTH!!!”
No, I didn’t really say the last part but, Lordy, I sure wanted to. And no, no one called to tell me my results and I sure as hell wasn’t going to spend the better part of a day sitting his waiting room just to find out.
2:15 is my appointment time and I, like an idiot who cannot learn from the past, get to his office at 2 o’clock. It is again filled to the brim with old people from another land. At 5 o’clock, I ask the receptionist how much longer would my wait be.
“There are SIX people ahead of you.” I am told.
IMO, I had been more than patient with this office. Up until this point.
“Oh no. FUCK this shit! Give me my results. Just HAND THEM TO ME!!! I have never been in such a poorly run office in my fucking life. And I never plan to be in one again!”
“OK.” the receptionist runs to the back-- I presume to get my results.
I can feel eyes burning into my back. The rest of the overstuffed waiting room is staring at me as if I were some stranger who started screaming and cursing in the doctor’s office for no reason at all. Some of these people had been waiting longer than I had but they all just sat there and. . . waited. 3, 4 maybe even 5 hours. And they all looked at me as if I was crazy.
The receptionist came back. “The doctor will see you in 2 minutes.” she tells me.
And everyone in the waiting room, even those who had been there longer than I had, said nothing. But I did.
“I don’t know why he’s going to bother. I’m never coming back here again. It would be better if you just gave me my damned results so I can go home.” She didn’t though and so I waited some more.
Now here is the part that is REALLY bad.
The results are abnormal. “But,” says the doctor, “It has nothing to do with the thing you originally came in for and I don’t see that any of the perscription drugs could have effected it. Take the tests again and come back in 4 weeks.”
I’m thinking of suing this fucker. The abnormal results have EVERYTHING to do with the thing I came in for and, not only that, one of my perscriptions DOES skewer the results. What that asshole SHOULD have told me was to retake the test without taking the fucking medication. No, I am not a medical professional. And yet, I know more than this peice of shit doctor.
Know what I think? I think that piece of shit is running a medicare/medicaid mill, that’s what I think. I’d like to report his incompetent ass. I’m already reporting him to my insurance company (who will kick a doctor off for excessive waits-- but only if a buttload of people complain). I’d like to report him to a real authority, only I don’t know who or how.
After previewing I realized that no one will believe that my diagnosis is more informed than this doctor’s unless I give more information. So-- I have an small tumor on my adrenal gland and I take duretics for my edema and high blood pressure. Both the renin activity and the aldosterone came back high.