(images provided for no other reason than to make this rant more entertaining)
What totally made me mad however was the blank stare she gave me when I brought up the matter of the MRI films...you know, the ones I drove sixty miles to deliver so that she would have them 48 hours in advance of my appointment. The ones that would cause my appointment to be canceled if I didn't cough them up in the 48-hour time frame. It seems the MRI films vanished after I handed them over the receptionist who said she would "log them in". That was two weeks ago. Further, she hadn't bothered reviewing the note from the other orthopedist in their clinic and so she had no idea of my 30-year knee pain history...ten years with their clinic alone. Pardon me while I curse. (Insert your favorite curse word here.)
Without belaboring the point, I was still steaming about the lost MRI films after I got home and I ended up calling their office manager who was ever so polite, but who obviously couldn't give a flying fart about any of this.
"What resolution would you like to see?" he asked politely.
Hm. The mind reels with possible responses. Instead of choosing one of those, I inquired what I was supposed to do about the appointment I have two weeks hence with the original orthopedist. Helpfully, he suggested that I contact the radiology clinic where the MRI was done and ask them to provide me with another copy.
"Will there be a charge to me for that?" I wondered.
He assured me that they would reimburse me for any charges.
Later on this afternoon, I received a call from the original orthopedist's assistant (we'll call him Dr. B.), who informed me that the radiology clinic would be sending me the films. In other words, they took care of the leg work for me...presumably because I have a hurting knee.
"Do I need to provide them 48 hours in advance of my appointment?" I asked. "Because wouldn't it make more sense for them to send the MRI directly to your office?"
"No," she said. "Just bring them when you come."
Thank you. And so I ask you, dear friends, what do you think is up with this 48-hour commandment, when clearly it makes no difference whatsoever? I mentioned this to the office manager who confirmed that is their policy. I suggested he might pass the message along to their doctors or else "stop making that demand of your patients!!" I presume he's taking it under advisement.
***End of Rant***
Okay, so what is going to happen, you might wonder. In two weeks I'll go back to the original orthopedist (Dr. B.) who will decide to either (a) do an arthroscopic procedure to repair the tears to my lateral and medial meniscus, or (b) try yet another cortisone injection. I was under the impression that I'd used up my allotment of cortisone injections, but I guess not. Apparently, you can have them years apart, but not weeks apart. And I'm more-than-tired of thinking about my knee now.
Here is the good news part of the day. When it looked as if I was going to have a big surgery, we decided to cancel our trip to Colorado, reasoning I would need Mike to take the time off to help me recuperate. With that off the table, we are going to go ahead with our plans to go to Colorado in September. Yay! Rocky Mountains, here we come!
Some more good news: while it was tempting to go home, throw myself on the floor and have a good old three-year-old style tantrum, I decided instead to stop at the Oregon Heritage Farms store, which just opened for the season. It seemed like a good day to bake a pie...which I did.
I used a combination of Gravenstein and McIntosh apples. Yum. Mike better get home soon.
Then I surveyed the tomatoes and figured out I have enough for another double batch of pasta sauce.
Guess I know what I'm doing tomorrow.
Then I checked on the plums. They are completely purple now, but still quite hard. They need a few more days, but they are so close! I'm thinking sometime next week I'll be making some plum chutney.
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Also, my quilting buddy, Pat and I are going to the Oregon State Fair next week. I'm kind of excited to see it now. I received an email from one of the local quilt shops with a sneak peek of the "Quilt Walk".
I don't see my quilt in this image, but I do see some beautiful quilts! Now I'm excited to see the rest. They look wonderful. Also, now that I have a mind to enter some canned goods in next year's fair, I'm going to pay close attention to what the judges have to say about this year's contestants. I have no idea how canned goods are judged. Have any of you ever entered canned goods in a fair?
So that's about it from the Three Cats Ranch for today. Mike went out on the boat this afternoon. I took so long at the doctor's office (and I was so frustrated when I left), that I decided baking a pie sounded better than boating. Now I'm going to go down and finish binding my quilt. I'm on the last of the four sides, so that finish is less than an hour away.
Thanks to all of you who have left such supportive comments. It warms my heart to have such good bloggy friends, and I treasure each and every one of you more than you can imagine.