I am firing my rheumy. She and her nurse seem so sweet - so sweet and ditsy. I can't take it anymore. No patient education, unreturned phone calls, having to pull information from her, not getting my lab results, forgetting to write all my prescriptions, or give me promised treatments, etc. They do not seem to care that I am in terrible pain and very depressed. When I go to the office, I feel like I am supposed to just smile and let her check my ankles, shoulders, wrists and walk out with a couple of refills no matter how I feel. Don't break the routine. Don't rain on their cheerful little parade. Don't expect the receptionist to acknowledge you until she is through typing on the computer, and don't ever, ever expect her to act friendly. Oh, and don't forget to read all the signs in the office about how they don't file this insurance and that insurance, don't want to hear about your other medical problems, don't evaluate for disability, etc. For a time they wouldn't even take checks or debit cards, credit cards only. Really????? Do they not understand that a lot of older folks don't use credit cards??? Get real.
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