Showing posts with label conflicting phone calls with the hospital. Show all posts
Showing posts with label conflicting phone calls with the hospital. Show all posts

Sunday, November 9, 2014

This Isn't a Hangnail. Make up your d...minds what kind of mammogram I'm getting (a rant)

This has been way more phone calls than radiation and lumpectomy combined!  Thank Heaven I'm supposedly cured.  If I were working, I'd get fired for being on the phone.

"You need an order that says Diagnostic. If there's a code it will probably be OK.  No you don't  You need an order that says breast cancer.  No, you don't because there's a code on your order.  If you don't have it, you'll get a regular screening mammogram and the results won't be ready 2 days later when you see the doctor."

How is it that no one in the oncologist's office has never experienced these conflicting hospital rules.

This is after three non-returned calls from the hospital, just to get even a tentative appointment! (Turns out the local appointments person had been gone for a week.  Don't know what happened after she got back, but it didn't happen for me.)

If I don't hear by the end of the day, I will email an Oncology Nurse Navigator I've met.  See if she can straighten this out so I can make my other medical appointments and have a life off the phone. PS  Nurse navigator did not reply to e-mail. 

Finally the only hospital person whose name I know assured me that I'm down now for the correct mammo based on the code.  She is always patient; mentioned without scolding me that some of the women in the breast center are new.  Also, out of a clear blue sky, she said I'm on diagnostic mammos for 2 years.  Funny no doctor ever mentioned that to me. . .

   Please let me believe the mammo tech will not be a new one.  I admit I'm lucky that they have this new campus in my area.

I have to learn to ask every person on the phone: "Please tell me your name."  Then write it down. Maybe that will encourage them to go and ask someone who knows.

The Bottom Line:  It's up to me to check firmly once more before she gets hold of my breast that I need the diagnostic mammo! My responsibility.

I wish you health, and a friend at the hospital.