Give Me Some Ricola
Saturday, March 11th, 2006 at 11:39 am · 32 views
I woke up this morning with another sore throat. I went to the doctor about 3 weeks ago and this bitch ass (this is no understatement) prescribed me an antibiotic. Of course it wasn’t amoxicillin because I’m allergic to that family of meds. The sore throats stopped within 2 days and I continued the medicine as prescribed. Prior to that… I had sore throats every morning for 3 weeks. It started off as a bad sinus infection. I took some Nyquil… actually Wal-quil ROFL to alleviate the symptoms. The bad congestion went away but the sore throat stayed. After a while, I said okay that is enough. One weekday morning I called the doctor’s office as soon as it opened. Unfortunately with my HMO that is the way it works; if you are sick, you call that morning to try and get squeezed in with a doctor. I was on hold for a total of 45 minutes before a nurse said, “Okay can you come in at 1:20pm?”
So I went in at 1:20pm. After pre-registration downstairs (they claim this cuts down on the time) as usual, I played along with the waiting game. A nurse took my weight and blood pressure… then I waited. An LPN came in… she was fairly nice but I became inpatient when the questions were repetitive. Afterward, the same nurse from earlier came in to take a strep test. Negative. Waited some more. Then the bitch ass nurse enters. From the beginning she talked down to me as if I didn’t know what the hell I was talking about. She felt I had allergy problems more so than a sinus infection and she suggested Claritin over the counter. I was like… umm no, if that was the case and it was allergies I wouldn’t be having a sore throat for almost a month. I felt like I had to diagnose myself and do her damn job for her. Reluctantly she prescribed me what hell I actually needed.
I then asked her if she could have a nurse call the prescription in for me. I really hate taking a prescription to Walgreens and waiting an hour and sometimes longer. So I always ask a nurse to call it in for me, which cuts down on the time frame. The bitch ass nurse answered, “No I don’t do that. I normally only do that for elderly people that have a difficult time picking up their prescriptions.” I gave her a crazy ass look then asked her again. She gave me another lame response then I left. I told JT what happened and of course he was more outraged than I. He went back inside and asked another nurse to call it in. She didn’t hesitate at all. We gave her Walgreens’ number and she called it in.
I hate to be sexist and all but this was yet another reason why I only have male doctors. From my experience female doctors (and a few nurses) are highly insensitive and act as if they have something to prove. Folks, I don’t have time for all of that. Especially as of late with all of my health concerns. I’m coming to you ill… and you want to tell me, rudely, what you are not going to do for me. This is Customer Service 101. Never initiate the conversation with the customer by telling them what you are not going to do for them. If you do… everything after that will likely not be successful. I know this because I deal with customers everyday. I have a higher success rate by telling people first what I can do for them.
Last Friday was my godson’s birthday. He is five years old now!! William, Keisha and I had a really nice time at the birthday party. Thankfully, they did not throw any surprises at me with a wet, wet, wet number one or a gooey number two like William did at CJ’s birthday party in January.
This Monday, I go to a new doctor… I am trying to stay positive about the outcome of this visit.
Tuesday, William Nathaniel and Keisha Nicole will turn 18 months old. I think I’ll stop counting by months after this… I don’t want to be the crazy mom is saying, “My children are like 23 months old!” I’ll mark down 18 months as the milestone and everything after this point will be …years old.
I need to get a sore throat drop.
