a journey worth ending
Today was my follow up appointment with the neurologist I mentioned in “Quack Much?” and I have to say it went nothing like I planned. You see, someone who has been screwed over numerous time by there doctors itches for the ammo and opportunity to fight back. I was ready. I had it all planned out in my head. I was gonna march right on in there, let him talk, then speak my piece and be done with it. Shit. I got robbed of my moment of glory.
I walked into the office with my panties all in a bunch knowing that I had all the evidence in my corner. packed with my diagnosis in my purse, along with all of my test results, I couldn’t lose. How could I go wrong? So he strolls all in, just as I had remembered him from 3 months ago. With my chart in hand he sits in his stool and begins to turn red. Obviously seeing the radiology report that suggested I needed further testing, the radiology report he had yet to call me about or schedule testing on, the radiology report that thankfully had made it to my primary’s office. He looked up at me and apologized for being caught off guard, but apparently he had not been made aware from his nursing staff that my test had come back abnormal. Still in shock a bit, he preceded to show me how results are logged in and it showed clearly that a nurse had just put it in my chart, rather than notify him of the result. Hmmm. Well shit. He feels bad is now getting angry and asks how all the tests from my other doctors had gone.
When all was said and done, it is now charted that I have Graves disease-Hashimotos disease-Celiac disease-hypoglycemia-sinus disease- and degenerative disc disease. All of the symptoms are therefore explained and there is no need to be seeing him any further. He continued to apologize as he walked me to the scheduling desk for me to check out. He said he would be “handling” his staff. He shook my hand and walked away.
I walked out to the car feeling satisfied and then realized I had been robbed of the moment I had been gearing up for and looking forward to for quite some time. All’s well that ends well.
I’ll just kick my damn car!