A Glimpse of Me in the Future?

Thursday was an exciting day. I got to go to the urologist. Yeah for me.

When I made this appointment a couple of weeks ago, the receptionist had mailed me the new patient information packet that I was supposed to complete prior to arrival. As is typical for a doctor's office, there were 47 forms all of which required you to write your name, address, social security number, insurance information, etc. repeatedly. (I am going to make labels of this information for myself the next time I go to the doctor and stick one on every page!) Why do you have to hand write the same information on page after page? Can't they just type it once? What a waste of time. I digress...

Earlier in the day, I had completed all of the paperwork and had made copies of my insurance card and drivers license, and put everything in a manilla folder including copies of all of my labs from my other doctor. I am so organized. :-) So, when I got there, I just handed the receptionist my folder. She, of course, tried to stop me, by finding fault with my ability to fill in all of the blanks, but I had already checked and had filled them all in. I quickly sat down. There were 4 other "patients" in the waiting room - 3 men and 1 woman. I was probably 40 years younger than each of them. At least 40 years. The woman was by far the funniest. After I dropped off my info, she stormed the receptionist.

Lady: "Do you have Dr. X's phone number?"
Receptionist: "Dr. who?"
Lady: "Dr. X's."
Receptionist: "No." (Clearly annoyed.)
Lady: "Don't you have some Dr. book back there that I can use?"
Receptionist: "A Dr. book? (rolls eyes) I have a phone book."
Lady: "Gimme that."
Receptionist: Slams yellow pages down on counter. "There you go."

The lady then goes into the corner, where there is a phone. She starts calling doctors offices. I don't know if they were random doctors or doctors who are lucky enough to call her a patient, but the typical phone call when like this:

Lady: "Do you have any flu shots?" This part was always screamed, as if the person on the other end couldn't hear, when I am fairly certain, the lady must be somewhat hearing impaired.
Lady: "When are you getting some?"
Lady: "Well, where am I supposed to go to get one. I have to have a flu shot."
Lady: "Well, I guess I'll have to go to Walgreens."
Lady: Slams down the phone and starts to flip the pages of the doctor book angrily.

Clearly, she was in want of a flu shot, in a bad way. I know I heard her call at LEAST 3 different offices.

The three other men in the office were all struggling to complete there paper work. The receptionist kept finding errors and omissions from their packets. Also, the lighting was poor and the print was small. I am not looking forward to getting any older.

Going to the urologist was about as you would expect. I did pause to take a photo of the "special" chair used in exams.

How fun is that?