Doctor’s office visit or the Twilight Zone?
Since 2009, I have seen more doctors than I cared to mention. I have more on speed-dial than my 95-year old grandmother. Both my appendix and my gall bladder are gone, as well as my uterus. I’ve seen surgeons, allergy specialists, ob-gyns, ultrasound techs, radiologists. It’s an exhausting list, and one I am not proud of.
I recently was referred to a neurologist. I suffer from migraines; I have since I was 4 years old. My Physician’s Assistant and I have discussed causes/triggers in great detail, and we are exploring the option of Botox. Studies have shown that Botox cuts down on the number of headache days per month – in some people, effective enough to last 3 months. If I went 3 months without a headache, I’d do cartwheels, if I were capable of doing one.
My first visit with the neurologist was this past Monday. My appointment was at 3:15pm and I left work early enough to fill out the mound of paperwork necessary when you are a new patient. To kill the time, I signed into to their WiFi so I could play Farmville….no dice. My phone would not connect, so now I’m bored. After about an hour in the waiting room, I was called back to an exam room. The nurse advised me to wait about 10-15 minutes before putting on the gown. Wait….what? I’m just here for a consult! Why the gown, the most fashionable article of clothing ever?
I shrugged my shoulders and waited the suggested 10-15 minutes to put on the gown. After I put it on, I tried to find ways to sit on the examining table without revealing the fact I haven’t shaved my legs in 2 months. And then I waited. And waited. Another hour goes by.
Outside of the room, I finally hear rustling of papers. And a man’s voice. Finally! The doctor. I may get out of here before midnight.
I’m not sure if he and his nurse are aware of this, but the walls are thin. Like in paper-thin. As in “I-can-hear-everything-you’re-saying” thin.
Doctor: “I can’t get into her chart”
Nurse: “That’s because that’s Allyson Johnson’s chart, not Allyson Johns’”
Doctor: “That’s not Allyson Johnson in there?”
I feel like yelling out – “Why don’t you ask me? Of everyone here, I think I’d know my name better than you people.”
Nurse: “No, her name is Allyson Johns.”
Finally, the doctor is able to access a chart. I can hear more paper rustling, and then the doctor enters the room. I try to keep myself from laughing out loud – he looks like a French Impressionist painter and Gargamel from the Smurfs got together and had a baby. Black mock turtleneck, black pants, black shoes. I wanted to rush out and buy him a beret.
He sits down by the table, still reading the chart. He finally looks at me and says “How is your vertigo?” (Strike One)
Me: “I haven’t been dizzy in a long time.”
Doctor: “You’re not suffering from vertigo?”
Me: “No, I’m here about my migraines.”
Doctor (looking puzzled): “What about your ear? Have you recovered from the surgery?” (Strike Two)
Me: “What surgery? I’m here about my migraines.”
Doctor: “So you don’t suffer from an eating disorder or psychological issues?” (Strike Three, doc)
Me: “No. I’m here about my migraines.”
At this point, I happen to glance down at the chart. Clearly written, across the top, it reads “Allyson Johnson”. I point that out to him, quickly losing confidence in his medical expertise.
Doctor: “Oh, my goodness, I’m so embarrassed. I told the nurse I had the wrong chart.”
Really? Because that’s not the way I heard the conversation. Right outside this door. Thru paper-thin walls.
We finally get down to the reason I am there. He tests my reflexes on both my knees and my wrists, tests my equilibrium and my neck tension. He prescribes me some medication for the tension in my neck. I finally bring up the Botox option, which is the reason that I am there.
Doctor: “Oh, I don’t do those. If we go that route, I’ll refer you to someone else”.
At this point, I am glad this appointment is wrapping up because I want to get off this crazy train. I’m beginning to think I do suffer from psychological issues, but not before this office visit. He drove me to them.
Written by: Allyson Johns
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