Small rant November 18, 2004 ~ 11:40 am
Posted by Julie in : Daily Grind , trackbackJust so I don’t distract from anyone’s viewing pleasure of Colin Firth, god of wet shirts.
I’ve been playing phone tag with my doctor’s office all week for two weeks to get my fucking ultrasound results. I call, leave my number, and no one ever calls me back. I call repeatedly, several times a day. Yesterday when I called, I was told that if I called at 11:30 today, I could talk to the doctor. When I called, they tried taking my number again, and I said “Nuh-uh, not doing. I’ve been dealing with this for two weeks, I’m talking to the doctor.” They put me on hold and hung up on me. I called back, and finally got to talk to the doc. And he said “Oh, I’m not seeing your results here. My nurse will have to go into the computer and see if she can get them that way, and she’s not here right now. Can you call back?” This is just ridiculous, people. I am so not going back to this guy. He was very nice in the exam, and it wasn’t painful, but if this is how he deals with patients afterwards, he can forget it. No one deserves this kind of runaround.
And in other news, Jesse the cat now weighs 17 pounds and Joe weighs 12. No wonder I feel like I’m being crushed to death when they lay on me. Oh, and Joe spent an hour last night hissing and growling at a stray cat outside the window when I was trying to sleep. I finally had to shine a flashlight on the stray and spray water at it through the window to get it to leave. Damn cats.
Now you may return to your Colin viewing.
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