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Received an annoying phone call from the hospital today.
It was because I hadn't come in for blood work like Dr. Whiner (not his real name, BTW, for those of you playing along at home) asked. I thought I made myself pretty clear last time, but I guess not.
Some poor henchman got stuck calling me and demanded that I go in for tests.
Me: "Why?"
Henchman: "Well, Dr. Whiner needs those tests to make his... uh... hypothesis-es and stuff. So he can figure out what's wrong with you."
Me: "And if I don't take the tests?"
Henchman: *Pause* "You have to."
Me: "Actually, no, I don't."
Henchman: "We need your blood work to make sure your diabetes doesn't get worse. Dr. Whiner has to check these things."
Me: "Can you get your results without drawing blood? Urine, for example?"
Henchman: "No. It has to be a blood draw. Is there a problem?"
Me: "Look, I'm sure this isn't your idea of a fun time so let me save us both the trouble, I'm gonna hang up now. Tell your boss that if I decide to come in for blood tests, I will. Harassing me isn't going to make me come in any faster. Kay? Okay. Have a nice day."
I'd love to see the notes in my file someday.
Which, of course, means I'll probably go ahead and make an effort to go in next week. But now they've gotten me into a mood and I'm going to be difficult about it.
Needle and a twelve hour fast. Probably going to want me to pee in a cup too. Stupid health care professionals wanting to do their jobs and make people better. Why can't they be like every other doctor I've ever had, even my current GP at the same hospital, and forget I even exist?
It was because I hadn't come in for blood work like Dr. Whiner (not his real name, BTW, for those of you playing along at home) asked. I thought I made myself pretty clear last time, but I guess not.
Some poor henchman got stuck calling me and demanded that I go in for tests.
Me: "Why?"
Henchman: "Well, Dr. Whiner needs those tests to make his... uh... hypothesis-es and stuff. So he can figure out what's wrong with you."
Me: "And if I don't take the tests?"
Henchman: *Pause* "You have to."
Me: "Actually, no, I don't."
Henchman: "We need your blood work to make sure your diabetes doesn't get worse. Dr. Whiner has to check these things."
Me: "Can you get your results without drawing blood? Urine, for example?"
Henchman: "No. It has to be a blood draw. Is there a problem?"
Me: "Look, I'm sure this isn't your idea of a fun time so let me save us both the trouble, I'm gonna hang up now. Tell your boss that if I decide to come in for blood tests, I will. Harassing me isn't going to make me come in any faster. Kay? Okay. Have a nice day."
I'd love to see the notes in my file someday.
Which, of course, means I'll probably go ahead and make an effort to go in next week. But now they've gotten me into a mood and I'm going to be difficult about it.
Needle and a twelve hour fast. Probably going to want me to pee in a cup too. Stupid health care professionals wanting to do their jobs and make people better. Why can't they be like every other doctor I've ever had, even my current GP at the same hospital, and forget I even exist?
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