Doctors...
Today is going to be another fun day. Oh, not at work--I get to go see my doctor this afternoon. Why is it, do you suppose, that we put up with doctor's quirks? I can tell you why--it's because they hold the keys to those little prescription forms! Because I've needed the maintenance medication that comes with the procuring of those little pieces of paper, I've put up with some interesting quirks from doctors over the years.
I had one that I went to for a number of years that was a really smart doctor. He had years of experience and was smart as a whip! He just had this one little quirk. His female patients had to strip from the waist up--every visit--even if they came in for a foot injury. I used to quip that I got a free breast exam every time I went to the doctor--no joke, I did! Stink was a teenager and he was our family doctor. I took her in there one day for something to do with her leg and, as usual, she had to strip from the waist up. After we left the doctor's office, she said she refused to ever see him again. My daughter is a whole lot smarter and feistier than I am. What can I say? I'm proud of her for standing up for her dignity. I guess all the things I said to her over the years must have sunk in a little bit. Too bad I was never able to apply them to myself.
Eventually, I was able to stop seeing him and found another doctor. Circumstances change, you know. Insurance companies, networks...that sort of thing. That same sort of thing happened to the next doctor I started seeing--the network thing, not the stripping thing. Good grief...stay with me...
The next doctor after the boob doctor was recommended by a coworker who had been seeing him for years. He reminds his female patients of Nick Nolte. I heard that for years and when I went to see him I could see the resemblance if I tilted my head just right and squinted one eye. To give him credit...yes, he did resemble him a bit--a much older, pudgier Nick Nolte. Now, they probably look a fair amount alike. He's a great doc! He's the only one that ever managed to cure my sinus problems. For over two years I didn't have a sinus headache or infection. But before that time period was up, however, the network thing happened and he was out of network. Bummer!! I've needed that sinus treatment for years and described it to subsequent docs--no takers. So, I have sinus headaches a lot and am constantly dealing with them. There were really no indignities to suffer with him--he's a pretty straight-shooter.
The doc I'm going to this afternoon has his own particular idiosyncracy...or should I say soapbox? He's pretty good at what he does but he doesn't care for insurance companies meddling in treatments. I usually hear about that or some other little tidbit that comes to his mind while I'm in there. He gives me those little blue slips of paper which turn into the maintenance meds that keep me on an even keel so I sit there and listen to him. I feel I get my money's worth from my visit--I get the scripts, I get information on my condition and the bonus shot are his theories on the state of the world, or death, or some other thing that happens to come to his mind.
There are those that feel I'm getting ripped off...but isn't that my call? I went to him by choice--well, sort of... He's the only doc in his specialty in our network. There's that word again... If Desi, my sis, were to come down here and go with me on one of my visits, she'd come out and roll her eyes and go, "Woooooo! Shouldn't YOU be treating HIM???" I love my sis--she's a hoot! She knows about docs, too. She has WAY more experience with docs than me. Comes with the territory, I guess.
I had one that I went to for a number of years that was a really smart doctor. He had years of experience and was smart as a whip! He just had this one little quirk. His female patients had to strip from the waist up--every visit--even if they came in for a foot injury. I used to quip that I got a free breast exam every time I went to the doctor--no joke, I did! Stink was a teenager and he was our family doctor. I took her in there one day for something to do with her leg and, as usual, she had to strip from the waist up. After we left the doctor's office, she said she refused to ever see him again. My daughter is a whole lot smarter and feistier than I am. What can I say? I'm proud of her for standing up for her dignity. I guess all the things I said to her over the years must have sunk in a little bit. Too bad I was never able to apply them to myself.
Eventually, I was able to stop seeing him and found another doctor. Circumstances change, you know. Insurance companies, networks...that sort of thing. That same sort of thing happened to the next doctor I started seeing--the network thing, not the stripping thing. Good grief...stay with me...
The next doctor after the boob doctor was recommended by a coworker who had been seeing him for years. He reminds his female patients of Nick Nolte. I heard that for years and when I went to see him I could see the resemblance if I tilted my head just right and squinted one eye. To give him credit...yes, he did resemble him a bit--a much older, pudgier Nick Nolte. Now, they probably look a fair amount alike. He's a great doc! He's the only one that ever managed to cure my sinus problems. For over two years I didn't have a sinus headache or infection. But before that time period was up, however, the network thing happened and he was out of network. Bummer!! I've needed that sinus treatment for years and described it to subsequent docs--no takers. So, I have sinus headaches a lot and am constantly dealing with them. There were really no indignities to suffer with him--he's a pretty straight-shooter.
The doc I'm going to this afternoon has his own particular idiosyncracy...or should I say soapbox? He's pretty good at what he does but he doesn't care for insurance companies meddling in treatments. I usually hear about that or some other little tidbit that comes to his mind while I'm in there. He gives me those little blue slips of paper which turn into the maintenance meds that keep me on an even keel so I sit there and listen to him. I feel I get my money's worth from my visit--I get the scripts, I get information on my condition and the bonus shot are his theories on the state of the world, or death, or some other thing that happens to come to his mind.
There are those that feel I'm getting ripped off...but isn't that my call? I went to him by choice--well, sort of... He's the only doc in his specialty in our network. There's that word again... If Desi, my sis, were to come down here and go with me on one of my visits, she'd come out and roll her eyes and go, "Woooooo! Shouldn't YOU be treating HIM???" I love my sis--she's a hoot! She knows about docs, too. She has WAY more experience with docs than me. Comes with the territory, I guess.
So, today is going to be a Whoosh! day cause I'll get to work through lunch. I forgot about that til I stepped in the door this morning. I still have six minutes before my insurance premium earning time starts. Strange how we count our time... I used to say I had to work because my better half has this nasty habit--he likes to eat. But, now, it's more for the insurance premiums. Who'da thunk it!
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