I just got a call from my doctor’s office. They want me to find a new doctor. I’d already reached the conclusion that they weren’t the sharpest scalpels on the tray, and I was hoping to talk to a well-respected endocrinologist and get a recommendation for a better diabetes-savvy general practitioner.
They wanted to know why I was asking for a referral to an endocrinologist, and I said that I didn’t much care for the fact that they had left me alone in a room with a five-minute video and come back 20 minutes later to check on me. What kind of health care is that? Hell, that ain’t even decent patient education.
So they asked me to come in for a fasting blood draw in the middle of the morning. I negotiated for the beginning of a later day. Then they called back and said they thought I was unhappy with their service and they think it would be best if I find a new primary care office.
Well, you’re damn right I’m unhappy. And I’d probably be within my rights to insist that they see me, but I don’t want to be jabbed with needles by people who don’t want to jab me in the first place.
So I’ve put out a call on looking for a new doctor. I’m hopeful that I can find a decent one. I’m prepared to manage my own health, but it would be helpful to be working with someone who treats their patients better.
The only other issue here is that I’m feeling dumped, and wishing I had rejected them before they rejected me.