So I had a Bronchoscopy today.
Jul. 12th, 2021 05:51 pmIt was spooky and interesting all at once.
However, the communication between my doctor's team and the hospital was beyond pitiful.
The Ambulatory Care said I should come in a particular door, and go up to ambulatory care. No. That's old news, and we were directed to another door. They said that no, we needed respiratory care. We were way early (appt 7:00 am and we were in the building at 6:15 am) and we waited in respiratory care until 7:10 am when somebody from ambulatory care came to find us.
Fine. Procedure went well, with skilled and kind people.
Was told to phone my doctor at 5:00 pm at the hospital switchboard. Did, was told in a very snotty angry tone that "we can't forward patients to doctors".
So I called his office - no voicemail.
So I called the ambulatory care department with the extension of the person who originally called me, spoke to someone else, told her my woe, and gave her my cell number (we are not at home; we are in a hotel in the town where the doctor practises). No return call.
Fuck everybody who did crappy information sharing.
I feel a little under the weather, but not very much.
And fuck everybody who couldn't organize a lunchtime picnic where everybody just brings their own lunch.
Humph.
However, the communication between my doctor's team and the hospital was beyond pitiful.
The Ambulatory Care said I should come in a particular door, and go up to ambulatory care. No. That's old news, and we were directed to another door. They said that no, we needed respiratory care. We were way early (appt 7:00 am and we were in the building at 6:15 am) and we waited in respiratory care until 7:10 am when somebody from ambulatory care came to find us.
Fine. Procedure went well, with skilled and kind people.
Was told to phone my doctor at 5:00 pm at the hospital switchboard. Did, was told in a very snotty angry tone that "we can't forward patients to doctors".
So I called his office - no voicemail.
So I called the ambulatory care department with the extension of the person who originally called me, spoke to someone else, told her my woe, and gave her my cell number (we are not at home; we are in a hotel in the town where the doctor practises). No return call.
Fuck everybody who did crappy information sharing.
I feel a little under the weather, but not very much.
And fuck everybody who couldn't organize a lunchtime picnic where everybody just brings their own lunch.
Humph.