A Boost of Energy...NOT...More like a pain in the butt...

I was promised a "boost of energy" once I received my B-12 injection. All it did was give me the chills and make me feel woozy. 24+ hours later, I'm still dragging butt. But that's a story for another day. Wait, you might not want to hear about my dragging butt....anyway....

I visited the doctor a week ago and had blood drawn. My labs were "accidently put in my folder WITHOUT the doctor reading them" and so there was no message waiting for me on their service. I placed THREE phone calls to find out where my results were and no one called me back. I had to wait until Monday to call again.

On Monday morning I finally received a phone call that said, "Oops, Sorry, we goofed, oh and by the way, ALL your labs came back normal." End of story, right? Not. The next day I received a phone call telling me that "more labs came in" and my Vitamin B-12 and D were low. Good thing I wasn't dying of something. My results would be tucked away in my file while I wasted away and croaked.

Ok.

Here is where I usually go off on a tangent about how the medical profession SUCKS BEANS, and is filled with incompetent bafoons but this time, I have decided to let it go. Why? Well, I'll tell you...

I have decided to adopt the practice of my co-worker Joann. When someone ticks us off, usually the same person who continually does stupid things, she asks us, "Why do you keep raising your expectations of so-and-so? You know how he is!" Good point Joann.

So...I have officially lowered my expectations of the medical profession. From now on instead of expecting my labs to be read by a doctor, I will call each time to make sure it's done. I will ask, "Did you put on her desk? Did you call it into the messaging system so I can retrieve my results in a timely manner? Are you SURE you filed it in MY file?"

Instead of expecting someone to bill my insurance correctly, I will ask each time, "Are you SURE you have the right insurance? Then I will request them to read to me exactly what is on my card."

Instead of expecting my doctor to automatically listen to me and at least TRY to understand what I'm saying, I will ask when I walk in, "Are you capable of hearing what I say today?" If not, I'll turn back around and go home.

Instead of expecting my doctor to try to get to the bottom of my sypmptoms by running tests and actually THINK about my case, instead of GUESSING at what's wrong, I will first do some research myself, decide what it is I want done and TELL The doctor what she will be doing.

Yeah, I can get into this. I will be the talk of the office. Heck, I might actually be remembered by someone once I walk out the door. Heh, they won't forget me after a few visits. They actually might start doing THEIR JOB CORRECTLY.

Imagine that.

I'll probably die of a heart attack on the spot. I wonder if they'll forget to do C.P.R....