Well, I am finally parting ways with my endocrinologist, and am too much of a wuss to tell her yet. I have had constant scheduling issues with her office. It is not far away, but I can only get appointments in the middle of the day which takes a chunk out of my work day. Plus, parking at my job is a real nightmare, so I lose even more time finding a spot when I come back. Once in a while I can just work from home the rest of the day, but that’s not a well I can draw from too often.
A month or so back I had an appointment. I woke up sick that day and had to reschedule (which was a hefty fee, but I was too sick to drive). I rescheduled, and a few days later they called my cell phone at work- a spot had opened up and could I come in the next day? I might have taken it, except that I don’t get cell reception in my office, so by the time I got the message they were already closed for the day. Then I noticed that they called after they closed anyway, so unless I had picked up the phone that minute, I had no way to confirm. I have asked before that they use my work number and they have “updated” my records at least twice, but obviously it doesn’t stick. The next day I was swamped in the morning and missed the window to take the timeslot. Oh well- I still had the appointment I had already rescheduled.
Skip to yesterday. I get a call on my cellphone YET AGAIN. Luckily, I walked into my office just as it rang (it was one of those rare instances when I actually had one bar). The reception was terrible, but it turned out that there had been a mis-schedule- the doctor would be out Tuesday and could I come in today? Normally I would say no, but it was a fairly quiet Monday and I was done with my meetings for the day. My supervisor okayed it and I jetted out the door after scarfing down a hurried (and less then healthy) lunch.
Only to get to the office and find the door locked since they were at lunch. Until one. And they had scheduled my appointment for 12:45. And they don’t take calls during lunch.
At this point I was seething. This guaranteed I would be out longer than I expected already, it was raining, and I had a broken zipper on my slacks. It was a winning day.
So I used my time constructively and called the medical centre where my rheumatologist is located. Do they have a endo on staff? Is she taking new patients? Would I like to make an appointment? You bet! Since the centre to associated with my Uni, not only is it *very* near to where I work, but I could take a shuttle instead of losing my parking spot, and would lose less of the work day.
Just as I wrapped up my call they opened the door, and I proceeded to wait behind all the other people who also had to be rescheduled. At this point it was over an hour after my rescheduled time. Then, I finally saw the doctor- for a whopping five minutes.
It is all so frustrating. I really like this endo. She has been frank with me regarding my health and treatment in ways that I appreciate. Without her we would not have been able to stabilize my thyroid levels for going on seven (?!?!) years now. But the inconvenience is too much, and having all my specialists under one roof will make the constant shuffle of lab work between my doctors so much easier (which is another ongoing saga that I have related here, before). So I didn’t have the heart to tell her- even made my next appointment and everything.
But deep down, I am SO relieved that I will not have to deal with her scheduling office ever again!