Every time someone screws up something with me in the medical field, I get angry, and a little scared for my life and for the future of our country, but I eventually convince myself that it was just a fluke and next time will be better. I say to myself, "It can't possibly get any worse," and then it does.
As you know, doctors have been having me run all over Kingdom Come for this and for that these past few weeks. All of this is just in preparation for minor outpatient surgery that should not last more than 45 minutes. I honestly don't even know exactly what she plans to do, but it's a diagnostic, exploratory type surgery.
Three weeks ago the doctor asked me to set up an appointment for today. Two weeks ago a nurse called to verify that I will be coming to this appointment. I asked what it was for, and she said it was a pre-op consult. The last time I was in that office, they had the air conditioning cranked and I was shivering. This time there was no air and it felt stuffy. I was sweating and feeling overheated. Then the nurse took my temperature and informed me that I had a fever.
Well, that explained why I felt so hot. Then I panicked, because I thought they might postpone my surgery this week because of the fever. The doctor finished with the patient before me and I could hear her running up and down the hall asking people why I was there. I guess no one knew, so she came in and asked me why I was there. I got a little pissy and said, "You tell me. You told me to set up this appointment. The nurse who called said it was a pre-op consult."
She brought a man in with her and didn't even introduce him to me. She's been mentoring medical interns lately. Each time I see her, she has a different man with her. She said, "But your surgery isn't for a while yet."
I said, "It's this week."
She looked shocked. Apparently, she had no idea that someone moved it up from December to this week. She started digging through my paperwork and asked when I had my left kidney removed.
She has a bit of an accent, so I thought perhaps I didn't hear her correctly. It turned out that stupid imaging place I hate going to screwed up my records again! After all that running around I did to get ultrasounds and x-rays and lab work and EKGs, they wrote down that I was missing a kidney. Fortunately, we were able to tell by other information in the report that this time they did not mix up my ultrasound with someone else's, but someone transcribed the report incorrectly. They were supposed to say that I was missing my left ovary.
The doctor was reading through the results and interjecting with the word "idiots" multiple times. I was shaking my head in my hands, moaning and saying, "These people are sooooo bad. They're sooooo bad at what they do." The doctor kept blurting out the word "idiots" among a lot of mumbling, and I just burst out laughing. I told her that last time they mixed up my x-rays with someone who had hip replacement surgery. She said, "And now they've removed your left kidney."
It didn't end there, though. They also lost my mammogram results. Why the hell do I go to so much effort to get all these images completed if they aren't even going to submit a report to my doctor? I'm not going in for anymore x-rays, because I've had to do so many retakes that the radiation is probably getting to dangerous proportions. If they try to bill my insurance company, they will get a rude awakening.
Then I found out that my general practitioner never forwarded the pre-op clearance results to her, so she just had to take my word for it that I passed with flying colors. I tried questioning her on what exactly she's going to do during the procedure, and she was as vague as possible. I don't think she even knew. She was saying maybe she should do this and maybe she should do that. Her responses certainly didn't do anything to boost my confidence.
I had one more thing I wanted to tell her that the nurse told me to discuss with her, but she leaped up and ran out of the room telling me to follow her. Next thing I knew I was being dumped off on the receptionist to set up yet another appointment with her while my doctor was running down the hall yelling goodbye to me.
This just feels like insanity. Nobody knows what is going on. I don't know what this additional appointment is for. I never got to discuss what I was told to discuss with her. I'm scared that when I show up to the hospital, she won't know why I'm there. Fortunately, this is a low risk procedure, but I can tell that I'm going to have to be vigilant and make sure that everyone is on the ball. For every time that someone asks me for my name and birth date, I will be asking them some questions to verify that they know what they are doing. I don't want someone accidentally removing my left kidney and giving me hip replacement surgery in order to get my body to match their screwed up imaging results.