Oct 25 2007

Doctors

Published by The Kibbitzer at 1:10 pm under Bitter medicine, Saga

Enjoying Dr. Karl Rove’s timeliness and proximity, I finally decided to leave the pediatrician we’ve had since her birth.  I spent nearly an hour finding a new female Dr, calling from the list generated by the insurance website.  Some are closed to new patient, some aren’t regular pediatricians (why would they be listed there?).  On waiting time frame issue, since this is the main reason I switch, I asked each them.  Some cooperatively give me an approximate, some are evasive, “well, if everyone is on time, you should be seen on time.” while one questioned my wisdom of questioning, ”I can’t tell you the waiting time, as every day is different.”  Well, sweety, if you’re on the job long enough, shouldn’t you see the pattern?  One office sounded fine, so I proceeded to make an appointment.  She asked for the guarantor’s name.  I’m cool.  I understand.  While waiting for her to type in the info, I asked for their office hours.  She mumbled off .. 7 days a week.  Wow, I joked, is this a sweatshop or what?  She either didn’t get it or had no stomach for a joke, replied with a straight tone, “yes, 7 days a week.  We do sick and emergency on the weekend.”  Doesn’t it sound odd, as if emergency could only happen on weekends?

Yesterday, we visited the pediatric ophthalmologist Dr. Auerbach in town.  He’s funny and dear, half bald, tall, a dark dress pants is so wrinkled that both side of pockets parted wide showing plenty white lining.  He talks like M16, left no room for King to fulfill his comedian’s itch.  While they were dilated, Pumpkin regretted that she didn’t bring her homework.  “Would you like me to get it for you?”  “If you don’t mind …”  So I went home .. it’s short drive, initially I wanted to walk there, but couldn’t spawn enough enthusiasm.  When I returned to the office, they were back with Dr. M16.  “So quick?”  It certainly wasn’t 30-40 minutes they said they needed.  I continued, “oh, I got you some chocolate.”  “Thanks Mom .. .. did you bring my school bag?”  Oh ha sugar, I forgot.

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