Don't judge a book by it's cover or a doctor by his "nurse"
Today was my appointment to interview a new PCP. I picked this guy off a billboard. Literally. All I knew was that he was new in town and that I could get an appointment quickley. After I made the appointment I found out the name of the pcp who treats a neigbor with a DS so that was my back up plan. I know you guys are rolling your eyes about picking a doc off a billboard. But listen to the rest:
When I pulled up to the office I almost just turned around. It looks HORRIBLE and you can see the patients waiting through the huge windows since it is in a strip mall. Uh huh. Really.
The reception was normal. The paperwork was normal. The wait in the waiting room a little long but not overly concerning.
The "nurse" asked for a urine sample as soon as she weighed me (more about that later) and when I asked her why she needed one she said we get one on all our patients who have diabetes and high blood pressure. I said I don't HAVE diabetes or high blood pressure. She pointed to a space on the form where I marked "yes" to high blood pressure because the question said do you now or have you ever had.... and beside the "yes" I wrote the word "resolved." Apparently she needed a dictionary. After that she had the attitude. I kissed up a bit but not much because I figured I would probably never be back in that office again.
I was still thinking that maybe I should just leave. But I was there and I really wanted to get my lab slip signed and get a dexa scan scheduled. So I let her put me in the room and take my BP and temperature. She said my BP was 140/80 but some machine took my pressure and I never even FELT the cuff tighten on my arm. Again thoughts of leaving.
Then the waiting began. I waited and waited and waited. I wrote a grocery list. I read two chapters in my book. I thought about leaving. I thought I was really stupid for even being there. I tapped my fingers.
Then walks in Dr Taylor. The NICEST young doctor. He spent over 20 minutes talking to me. Listened to what I said about the DS. Was flabbergasted (and agreed with me) when I told him that I bet all his patients are low on Vit D and LOVED that all he had to do was sign my lab slip. He told his staff to schedule me for a dexa scan, and an endo follow-up that I asked for and was perfectly delightful. I warned him about the possiblity of a bowel obstruction presenting at any point in my life and explained how often I do all those labs and he was perfectly fine with all of it. He not only wanted to know what vites I take but what doses I take and didn't flinch at any of the doses.
So I was thrilled to walk out with my signed lab slip and a very nice new young doctor who I really believe will work WITH me for a long time.
And about that weight thing? 150 in the middle of the afternoon fully dressed. I love my damned DS. I really do.
And to top off a wonderful experience I stopped by JCPenny's for a shirt I needed and found skorts on sale in a size four. Finding size four anything on sale is not always easy so I decided to try them on. They are in my closet now. I can't wait to wear them to flyball practice. And they cost $11.00. Did I mention that I love my DS?
~Becky
When I pulled up to the office I almost just turned around. It looks HORRIBLE and you can see the patients waiting through the huge windows since it is in a strip mall. Uh huh. Really.
The reception was normal. The paperwork was normal. The wait in the waiting room a little long but not overly concerning.
The "nurse" asked for a urine sample as soon as she weighed me (more about that later) and when I asked her why she needed one she said we get one on all our patients who have diabetes and high blood pressure. I said I don't HAVE diabetes or high blood pressure. She pointed to a space on the form where I marked "yes" to high blood pressure because the question said do you now or have you ever had.... and beside the "yes" I wrote the word "resolved." Apparently she needed a dictionary. After that she had the attitude. I kissed up a bit but not much because I figured I would probably never be back in that office again.
I was still thinking that maybe I should just leave. But I was there and I really wanted to get my lab slip signed and get a dexa scan scheduled. So I let her put me in the room and take my BP and temperature. She said my BP was 140/80 but some machine took my pressure and I never even FELT the cuff tighten on my arm. Again thoughts of leaving.
Then the waiting began. I waited and waited and waited. I wrote a grocery list. I read two chapters in my book. I thought about leaving. I thought I was really stupid for even being there. I tapped my fingers.
Then walks in Dr Taylor. The NICEST young doctor. He spent over 20 minutes talking to me. Listened to what I said about the DS. Was flabbergasted (and agreed with me) when I told him that I bet all his patients are low on Vit D and LOVED that all he had to do was sign my lab slip. He told his staff to schedule me for a dexa scan, and an endo follow-up that I asked for and was perfectly delightful. I warned him about the possiblity of a bowel obstruction presenting at any point in my life and explained how often I do all those labs and he was perfectly fine with all of it. He not only wanted to know what vites I take but what doses I take and didn't flinch at any of the doses.
So I was thrilled to walk out with my signed lab slip and a very nice new young doctor who I really believe will work WITH me for a long time.
And about that weight thing? 150 in the middle of the afternoon fully dressed. I love my damned DS. I really do.
And to top off a wonderful experience I stopped by JCPenny's for a shirt I needed and found skorts on sale in a size four. Finding size four anything on sale is not always easy so I decided to try them on. They are in my closet now. I can't wait to wear them to flyball practice. And they cost $11.00. Did I mention that I love my DS?
~Becky
No, it isn't hard to find good help, but it is hard to find good help if you won't/can't pay appropriate wages. These programs are pumping out these "medical assistants" and I bet they get paid minimum wage.
Let's just say I've seen better social skills behind the counter at McDonald's and MUCH better skills behind the counter at ChickFil-A.
~Becky
Let's just say I've seen better social skills behind the counter at McDonald's and MUCH better skills behind the counter at ChickFil-A.
~Becky
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