The most useless doctor's appointment ever
Apr. 6th, 2004 04:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
judecorpI've come to the definite conclusion that my Family Practitioner hates me. I mean, really. She never wants to help me. Ever. You see, Jen and I go to the same doctor. Whenever Jen goes to the doctor, she leaves with about 80 prescriptions, with room for slight exaggeration. I never successfully get a prescription out of this woman. Once I showed her these awful pimples I have on my arms. She told me to use lotion. The only thing she ever wants to prescribe me is something to make me get my period, and she tries to guilt me into it every time.
So today I went there because the left side of my face looks like I got punched hard. And it hurts. So I go there, and I tell her that I'm concerned because my tonsil swells all the time and the last time it got this big, it kept getting worse and I had to go to the ER. She asks me what they did at the ER, and I tell her that they gave me IV antibiotics and steroids, and referred me to an ENT surgeon, who told me that at some point I might have to get my tonsils out. So she says to me, and this is a direct quote, "I don't know what you want /me/ to do about this."
She scolds me because I went to Riverside Hospital last year instead of OSU Hospital, so she doesn't have any records. I tell her that my insurance told me to go to Riverside. I offer to sign a release, and she dismisses that. She asks me who I saw at Riverside, and I tell her that I can't honestly remember, and she tells me to go home and check my paperwork, and try to make an appointment with that person. And she asks me why I called her instead of a specialist I saw a year ago for 10 minutes. I was like, "Umm, because you're my doctor?" So I ask her, "What can I do about this swelling? Because it's really concerning me and I'm scared it will get worse and I won't be able to swallow or breathe again." She says that I should gargle with Listerine and take Advil.
Well, fuck you very much, Dr. Dull. Because I am /already/ gargling, and /already/ taking Advil, and now you're making me make my own freaking referral. SO WHAT AM I PAYING YOU FOR??!?! Oh, right, to berate me when I don't feel well. It's not /my/ fault that I don't have a fever and I tested negative for strep. And she could have said, "You really just need to consult with a specialist," in a nice way rather than being all snippy with me.
So I got home and found the business card for the ENT Surgeons I went to, and I called their office. The doctor I saw last year has an opening at the end of May. The earliest appointment with another doctor in the practice is next Wednesday. By next Wednesday, I will be all better - whether I have to go to the ER soon or not. This is so frustrating.
Geeze. I hope it doesn't get worse tonight, since, well, there isn't a damned thing I can do about it.
So today I went there because the left side of my face looks like I got punched hard. And it hurts. So I go there, and I tell her that I'm concerned because my tonsil swells all the time and the last time it got this big, it kept getting worse and I had to go to the ER. She asks me what they did at the ER, and I tell her that they gave me IV antibiotics and steroids, and referred me to an ENT surgeon, who told me that at some point I might have to get my tonsils out. So she says to me, and this is a direct quote, "I don't know what you want /me/ to do about this."
She scolds me because I went to Riverside Hospital last year instead of OSU Hospital, so she doesn't have any records. I tell her that my insurance told me to go to Riverside. I offer to sign a release, and she dismisses that. She asks me who I saw at Riverside, and I tell her that I can't honestly remember, and she tells me to go home and check my paperwork, and try to make an appointment with that person. And she asks me why I called her instead of a specialist I saw a year ago for 10 minutes. I was like, "Umm, because you're my doctor?" So I ask her, "What can I do about this swelling? Because it's really concerning me and I'm scared it will get worse and I won't be able to swallow or breathe again." She says that I should gargle with Listerine and take Advil.
Well, fuck you very much, Dr. Dull. Because I am /already/ gargling, and /already/ taking Advil, and now you're making me make my own freaking referral. SO WHAT AM I PAYING YOU FOR??!?! Oh, right, to berate me when I don't feel well. It's not /my/ fault that I don't have a fever and I tested negative for strep. And she could have said, "You really just need to consult with a specialist," in a nice way rather than being all snippy with me.
So I got home and found the business card for the ENT Surgeons I went to, and I called their office. The doctor I saw last year has an opening at the end of May. The earliest appointment with another doctor in the practice is next Wednesday. By next Wednesday, I will be all better - whether I have to go to the ER soon or not. This is so frustrating.
Geeze. I hope it doesn't get worse tonight, since, well, there isn't a damned thing I can do about it.
