All else aside, for now anyway, this is the story for today: My appointment, for a routine ultrasound, was scheduled at my last visit about a month ago for 9:30 this morning. I arrived 15 minutes early, stood in the line of humiliation, and checked in. The rep at the window said there would be a wait; they had a lot of ultrasounds scheduled for today. I told her I knew I was early, that my appointment was for 9:30. She said I may have to wait until 20 of 10:00. I didn't mind, sat and did the Jumble and the Crossword, and time went by. At 10 o'clock, I decided I would leave if the wait went over one hour. I was called in at exactly 10:15, and the first thing the tech said to me was:
"Were you late for your appointment?" No, I told him, and said that I'd been waiting 45 minutes. He left the room, and returned, saying "they" hadn't sent the order and that he'd taken his 10:00 o'clock patient ahead of me.
When I went to check out, I asked when the results would be ready. She seemed surprised, said I would be notified if the results were not as expected. I asked if there was a patient portal and she said they were still working on setting it up; it wasn't available yet. I said, considering what had evidently happened to my paperwork today, that I wanted the results myself. My next appointment isn't until next July. Who knows what could happen to another piece of paper by then.
More later----I like to remember these things, so life seems better without them.
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