July 21, 2005

New Doc

Got to the swanky suburban location of the new doctor (next door to the SportsFirst, and just up the road from the portable building/spa/carport place) and emptied all the heavy junk out of my pockets so I wouldn't weigh so much and locked it all in the glovebox, then went on in.

Nice place--still smelled new. Signed in, filled out all the forms, insurance card, driver's license, sat back down, waited, five minutes later they called me back. I shall not say exactly what I thought of the nurse who took my vitals and weight and the recitation of all the stuff I had already written down on the patient information sheet, other than to say she was a bit brusque. And not in a good way.

Into the exam room, wait. Doctor came in--big beefy fellow, I noticed, with hands like HAMS! Giant, sausage-shaped fingers, and on his lapel, a 101st Airborne pin. Great. I sure hope he's careful when he enters my dropzone.

Anyway, yet another recitation of what all ails me (why do I have to keep filling out forms if no one will read them!?) and chatted a bit about medication, and future invasive checkups, and bloodwork to be done, and such like. He wrote me out new prescription for all my chemicals, and then he handed me off to the vital-essence-removing girl so she could get FOUR TUBES of blood out of me, and a jigger of pee.

Checkout, then back here, with a brief stop at McDonald's because I hadn't had anything to eat since about 4:00 yesterday afternoon. I was feeling a bit on the ravenous side, which explains my ability to ingest something that had been sitting under a heat lamp since about 4:00 yesterday afternoon.

So, now, a new doctor, and a new place to go, and that's that. For now.

Posted by Terry Oglesby at July 21, 2005 04:12 PM

I made sure the FP Doc I go to is #1 skinny fingered and #2 a woman who will listen. Too many folks in health care treat us like cattle, I won't stand for it.

Posted by: Tony von Krag at July 21, 2005 04:54 PM

That's what I liked about my last doctor--she was actually concerned about my health. And, as you note, had very delicate fingers. We'll see how this guy does--if I don't like him, I can always go somewhere else.

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at July 22, 2005 07:32 AM