My wife suddenly blossoms with a rash all over. Highly unpleasant for her.
The dermatologist says to her, "Gee, that's usually caused by exposure to strep. I'll give you a prescription antibiotic." I'm in the room, so I say, "Uh, I'm not supposed to be around strep." The good doctor then provides me with a lab test order for a throat swab.
It's Saturday, but the lab (the only authorized lab on CIGNA) is open, so I rush down there. New sign: "As of Nov. 13, we are only taking people on Saturdays who have appointments." I try anyway, and am turned away.
So I wait until Monday. "Results will be back tentative in 24 hours, final in 48 hours." Okay. Go back Wednesday morning.
"We don't keep any results here. You have to call this number." Okay. Go to the parking lot, call the number. Recording: "Quest labs is not authorized to give results directly to patients. Results will only be given to the prescribing doctor."
Well, prescribing doc is on vacation until next Monday. Go back inside and say, "That wasn't very nice. You knew they wouldn't give me the results. And the doctor is on vacation."
"Well, you'll have to find another doctor to get the results."
Go to cardiologist. "We could get the results, but we couldn't tell them to you, because we're not the prescribing doctors. We'd be liable."
You gotta be kidding.
Call the vacationing prescribing dermatologist's office. A staff member answering for another doctor on site tries to give me the quick brush-off, saying, "We get those results in the mail, so they wouldn't be here yet."
I ask her if she'd like to send them to me Monday in the hospital, while they're trying to determine what parts of my heart are salvageable.
Silence.
Ah...Maybe getting through. I follow up by asking if she wants the lab phone number, as they should be able to release the results to her by FAX. She folds, admitting that she already knows the number. She'll call me back.
Fifteen minutes later, she calls. The test isn't finished. It should be done tomorrow.
"But tomorrow is Thanksgiving. So I won't be able to get the results, will I?"
"No."
"Will anyone be in Friday?"
"I don't know. You can try." Doesn't know if her office is open Friday..?
"Thank you for your help." Replace the receiver gently into the cradle.
So, there's a good chance it will have taken a week before I can even find out if I have anything to worry about. I still don't know if I'll even be able to get a prescription until Monday, if it is positive.
I don't like these people anymore...
Also stopped by my former GP earlier this week, to get my records. He's elderly, and has taken to having bizarre and unpredictable office hours, and hasn't been there anytime I've tried to see him about it prior to this.
The "receptionist" is apparently running for Miss Rude America, and takes great pride in telling me what she will not do. At first, she insists that she will only copy them if she's sending them to a doctor. I become less friendly and attempt to explain the law to her.
She then counters that they will call me back when they have time to copy my files. (I don't know what she will do in between. There were no patients, and she was just yakking with the other staff when I came in.)
She also tells me that if and when they are copied, my files will cost a dollar a page. Obviously, she doesn't understand the term, "nominal," either.
I don't like these people anymore, too...
Aaaarrrggghh!!!
Thank you for letting me vent,
The dermatologist says to her, "Gee, that's usually caused by exposure to strep. I'll give you a prescription antibiotic." I'm in the room, so I say, "Uh, I'm not supposed to be around strep." The good doctor then provides me with a lab test order for a throat swab.
It's Saturday, but the lab (the only authorized lab on CIGNA) is open, so I rush down there. New sign: "As of Nov. 13, we are only taking people on Saturdays who have appointments." I try anyway, and am turned away.
So I wait until Monday. "Results will be back tentative in 24 hours, final in 48 hours." Okay. Go back Wednesday morning.
"We don't keep any results here. You have to call this number." Okay. Go to the parking lot, call the number. Recording: "Quest labs is not authorized to give results directly to patients. Results will only be given to the prescribing doctor."
Well, prescribing doc is on vacation until next Monday. Go back inside and say, "That wasn't very nice. You knew they wouldn't give me the results. And the doctor is on vacation."
"Well, you'll have to find another doctor to get the results."
Go to cardiologist. "We could get the results, but we couldn't tell them to you, because we're not the prescribing doctors. We'd be liable."
You gotta be kidding.
Call the vacationing prescribing dermatologist's office. A staff member answering for another doctor on site tries to give me the quick brush-off, saying, "We get those results in the mail, so they wouldn't be here yet."
I ask her if she'd like to send them to me Monday in the hospital, while they're trying to determine what parts of my heart are salvageable.
Silence.
Ah...Maybe getting through. I follow up by asking if she wants the lab phone number, as they should be able to release the results to her by FAX. She folds, admitting that she already knows the number. She'll call me back.
Fifteen minutes later, she calls. The test isn't finished. It should be done tomorrow.
"But tomorrow is Thanksgiving. So I won't be able to get the results, will I?"
"No."
"Will anyone be in Friday?"
"I don't know. You can try." Doesn't know if her office is open Friday..?
"Thank you for your help." Replace the receiver gently into the cradle.
So, there's a good chance it will have taken a week before I can even find out if I have anything to worry about. I still don't know if I'll even be able to get a prescription until Monday, if it is positive.
I don't like these people anymore...
Also stopped by my former GP earlier this week, to get my records. He's elderly, and has taken to having bizarre and unpredictable office hours, and hasn't been there anytime I've tried to see him about it prior to this.
The "receptionist" is apparently running for Miss Rude America, and takes great pride in telling me what she will not do. At first, she insists that she will only copy them if she's sending them to a doctor. I become less friendly and attempt to explain the law to her.
She then counters that they will call me back when they have time to copy my files. (I don't know what she will do in between. There were no patients, and she was just yakking with the other staff when I came in.)
She also tells me that if and when they are copied, my files will cost a dollar a page. Obviously, she doesn't understand the term, "nominal," either.
I don't like these people anymore, too...
Aaaarrrggghh!!!
Thank you for letting me vent,