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Friday, 19 December 2008 05:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rosiedoesUgh. *head desk* I just went to the doctor, for the appointment I was called in for by Dr T, to discuss the results and establish what to do next.
What I got, was a locum who didn't have a clue why I was there, didn't know what to make of my results and basically umm-ed and ahh-ed at the screen for ten minutes, told me my hands weren't cold (which they weren't - they were hot and sweaty, which is the flipside of the condition we think I have) and acted as if this meant I obviously didn't have the condition.
In the end, I told him I'd come back on a day when Dr T was actually in, and he gave me another blood test, this time for my thyroid.
The receptionist (who was a nice chap but clearly either new, or a temp) tried to give me the plastic wallet/form to take home with me - I had to tell him that it is always kept at the surgery and no, there was no way I was taking that home.
My blood test is on New Year's Eve! Two weeks away, basically.
I'm going to call on Monday and speak to the older, lady receptionist who knows what she's talking about and try to get this fixed.
I'm kind of pissed off that they changed my doctor without even notifying me - especially given the nature of my appointment - because this guy didn't have a fucking clue why I was even there.
What I got, was a locum who didn't have a clue why I was there, didn't know what to make of my results and basically umm-ed and ahh-ed at the screen for ten minutes, told me my hands weren't cold (which they weren't - they were hot and sweaty, which is the flipside of the condition we think I have) and acted as if this meant I obviously didn't have the condition.
In the end, I told him I'd come back on a day when Dr T was actually in, and he gave me another blood test, this time for my thyroid.
The receptionist (who was a nice chap but clearly either new, or a temp) tried to give me the plastic wallet/form to take home with me - I had to tell him that it is always kept at the surgery and no, there was no way I was taking that home.
My blood test is on New Year's Eve! Two weeks away, basically.
I'm going to call on Monday and speak to the older, lady receptionist who knows what she's talking about and try to get this fixed.
I'm kind of pissed off that they changed my doctor without even notifying me - especially given the nature of my appointment - because this guy didn't have a fucking clue why I was even there.