Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Get it right, folks.

I do so hate inefficiency! I went to Adelaide two weeks ago, to consult a specialist physician,on the recommendation of my Orthopeadic surgeon, to see if he could ascertain the reason or reasons I can not lose weight. I need knee replacement surgery, and my surgeon is not willing to put me at risk and wants me to lose some weight. He has not told me how much as yet. He sent me to this man, and he ordered a whole raft of blood tests and urine tests and a chest x-ray. One of his receptionsts rang me yesterday, and informed me I have an infection, and she was posting me a prescription. The same woman rang again today, and told me the other test results were back, and my blood glucose level was of concern, and I should see my own GP, poste haste, and discuss it with him. She said she was sending a copy of the results to him. I rang the clinic and told the receptionist what I had been told, and she said the results had been faxed to the doctor just before I rang. She spoke to my doctor, and he said he would squeeze me in this afternoon at 2 pm. I went down to the clinic and got in at 3pm. I was not concerned about having to wait, but when I got in to the consulting room, and told the doctor what I had told his receptionst, he tried to find the results on the computer, to no avail. He then rang the desk and asked, rather curtly, where they were. He also said, he only agreed to see me because he had had his arm twisted. He said he was late, late,late and people were waiting for him at the hospital. You can imagine how that made me feel! We talked about other things, and I got him to write me a script for some other medication while we waited. He then rang the desk again, and told the girl to ring the doctor's rooms in Adelaide and see where the test results were, after telling me to make an appointment next week to to get the results, only to be told they were being faxed at that moment. He told me to wait, and we would sort it out. When they finally came through, it said my blood suger level was 13. This is not good, and usually means the person is diabetic.I was devastated at the prospect. He then decided to get his clinic nurse to do a finger prick blood test and see what it was. I had foreseen this occurance, and had not eaten anything since breakfast. When she did the test, I was greatly relieved to see it was 6.5, which is quite OK.As my husband is a diabetic, the docter said to have some random tests done by Neville,over the next few days, and to go to the clinic at random times every day next week for more of the same.
My doctor also gave me a prescription for some Reductil, to try and help me lose weight. I took the scrip to the chemist, and asked for a price before I let him make it up. I am mighty glad I did I is over $100.00 a throw!!! I will have to make another appointment, and tell him to think of something else. Even if it works, and there is no garrantee that it would, I can't afford that sort of expense.

2 comments:

Hammy said...

And they call it the "medical profession"?

Anonymous said...

Yes, it has me beat where the professionalism comes in to it, too.