I have a doctor's appointment today. Nothing worrisome, just routine. It seems that I have been bad again, and now the Doctor won't refill my prescriptions until I get myself in to the office.
Sigh, I hate going to the Doctor. I never used to mind it, when I was younger. It took me a while to figure out why I hate it so. It's the modern Doctor's Office.
You see, I have been trying to make an appointment for several weeks. But, they have this automated system, and at the end of it, they put you into a cue for the next available secretary. And then, you wait, and wait and wait. I usually get ticked and hang up, after I've been on hold for five or ten minutes. I finally stuck it out, when threatened with the prescription thing.
Then, you get to the office and you sit in the waiting room and wait some more. It doesn't matter if your appointment is at a certain time, you can usually count on waiting a half an hour or so. All in a cramped room with several other people and nothing to read but year old magazines.
Finally you get to go to the examination room. And, you guessed it, you sit and wait some more. The nurse finally comes in and talks to you for a bit, takes your blood pressure and asks why you're here. "Because your office made me come in!!!!"
After that's done, you wait some more, and, FINALLY, the Doctor comes in. He asks a few questions, tells you you're too fat and need to go on a diet, and gives you your prescription refills. All in 10 or 15 minutes, which is all that is allotted for you. Gotta get those patients in and out, so you can make more bucks, you understand!
I'm old enough to remember when it was different. When you really knew your Doctor, and the Doctor knew you. He'd ask how your family was doing, and he'd actually care, because he knew them too. You felt that you were a person, not a faceless body, being shuffled through an assembly line. Heck, when I was a kid, the Doctor still made house calls.
And, while I'm ranting, what good are GP's now, anyways, except to hand out prescriptions? They won't draw blood for tests, they won't set a simple broken bone, they won't stitch up a wound, all things that GPs used to be able to do. Oh, no, you have to go to a specialist for all of those. And, if you call and say that you have a problem that needs immediate attention, they send you to Emergency. Heaven forbid you should upset their assembly line.
I usually don't cry about the "good old days." But, in this instance, in spite of all of the wonders of modern medicine, I really do think that we are worse off then we were when Doctors were real people.
Sorry, no pictures today. Sorry for the rant, too. Guess I just had to get it off of my chest.