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Doctor Disaster
It's been a few days since the visit to Hamot Hospital and I decided to schedule my follow up appointment at the campus Health and Wellness Center. I was directed by Hamot to do so, and since I have never really had an appointment there, just had visited to fill out applications for a job that I never got called back for, I had no previous experience with their services, only dark rumors that have filled the campus.
Rumors are usually false, but the students are dead right on this fact. If your injured, you might as well suffer to death than put your last efforts and take your last breaths explaining what happened to a doctor that could care less about why your there.
It was the doctor appointment from hell.
I hobbled over, half crutching it. (Half crutching is the process of using half your weight to walk and distrubuting some of your weight to the injured foot and the rest of the weight on the crutch, much easier than straight crutching it, see PAIN IN REAR or ACHING ARMS for further description.) The receptionist was very friendly, which surprised me because last time I was in Gherring, filling out yet another job application, she was reaming out another student worker because she forgot to mark something, I felt bad for the poor kid, I guess I am glad I didn't get a job there.
Anyway, the receptionist was friendly, the nurse was friendly (except for the slight misconception I was riding an ATV. I don't care for ATV's as much, dirtbikes slide, ATV's roll. I'm more of a dirtbike girl), the doctor was a...well, you can throw in your own colorful adjective there. I saw his shadow in the glass as he neared the door, didn't knock, came in, no introduction, and sat down, scribbling in his little note pad, and then asked what happened and why I'm there. I thought that's what records are for. Then he preceeded to give me a 3-5 minute lecture on how he can't "treat me" because he doesn't have X-rays and any other records, with the exception of Hamot calling Gherring to inform them of my ER visit last Friday. After that I asked him about my foot and why it has swollen to the size of an offical NFL pigskin football. He so intellectually replied "I don't know". Terrific. This guy claims to have years of experience from the emergency room and yet the can't tell me why my foot is soon going to pop and give birth to a sixth toe.
After that run down, the looks at my foot and moves it up and down. He first tells me to relax, I do, he moves it, and then strictly tells me again to relax as I replied "I am!". Then he moves his fingers up my calf in a pressing motion asking if anything hurt. When he reached on of the large, mulpy brusies on my back calf I quickly said "That hurt, because there's a bruise." "Oh yeah" he says and goes back to his paper to scribble some more. He then asked what I was doing to have the accident, if was at a "rally" or something. I told him I was just riding around my yard, and after that recieved instruction on how I should wear proper gear. Obviously this guy isn't from the country. I was in my yard! Why don't I wrap myself in bubble wrap next time I take a walk with my dog? A tree might come out and scratch my arm, oh the horror!
The appointment was done, he sat there, I put the air cast back on, opened the door myself, and walked out, quickly said thanks, and hobbled away to the door. I stepped outside and began to cry. I didn't expect to be treated like a moron, like dirt, by a professional none the less. This is a disgrace.
I called Gherring back later yesterday and asked for his name because he didn't give it to me in the room, even didn't wear a name tag. I am finding the director. I am complaining. Apparently, the name of this doctor preceeds him. A friend of mine at the PH told me of an instance where the very same doctor sent her home with a broken arm, telling hre nothing was wrong. Another told me of a story from another doctor employed at the Wellness Center that simple looked into her mouth and told her she had strep without running a proper test or culture of any kind (Later my friend also learned she had strep and mono, something they obviously didn't find). This is outrageous. First ResLife doesn't give me a key and my mother calls up the director who then lavishly kissed her butt with apologies to straighten things out. I stood outside and cried thinking "When will this mess be over? I can't do anything, I only cause trouble." It was a hard day.
Later that night I went to the Gathering, an off-campus college hang out where you can hear God's message from a speaker, listen to an awesome live band each week, and connect with other Christians. The Gathering never felt so good to attend. God is so good, he truly bring peace into my heart.
Another thing that made me laugh was an unexpected voicemail from my brother what sounded like this "If your hoppy and you know it, stomp your crutch! If your hoppy and you know it, stomp your crutch! If your hoppy and you know it, and your face does surely show it, if your hoppy and you know it, stomp your crutch!" It made me laugh and brightened my day. I am still surprised he called me, even after fulfilling my duty of being a little sister and trying to get some information about my brothers secret and mysterious "love life" and "unnamed girlX".
I'm off to another day of hobbling, trying to be off crutches and just air cast, and taking it easy. Peace out peeps. Drop a message and I'll get back to ya.
Rumors are usually false, but the students are dead right on this fact. If your injured, you might as well suffer to death than put your last efforts and take your last breaths explaining what happened to a doctor that could care less about why your there.
It was the doctor appointment from hell.
I hobbled over, half crutching it. (Half crutching is the process of using half your weight to walk and distrubuting some of your weight to the injured foot and the rest of the weight on the crutch, much easier than straight crutching it, see PAIN IN REAR or ACHING ARMS for further description.) The receptionist was very friendly, which surprised me because last time I was in Gherring, filling out yet another job application, she was reaming out another student worker because she forgot to mark something, I felt bad for the poor kid, I guess I am glad I didn't get a job there.
Anyway, the receptionist was friendly, the nurse was friendly (except for the slight misconception I was riding an ATV. I don't care for ATV's as much, dirtbikes slide, ATV's roll. I'm more of a dirtbike girl), the doctor was a...well, you can throw in your own colorful adjective there. I saw his shadow in the glass as he neared the door, didn't knock, came in, no introduction, and sat down, scribbling in his little note pad, and then asked what happened and why I'm there. I thought that's what records are for. Then he preceeded to give me a 3-5 minute lecture on how he can't "treat me" because he doesn't have X-rays and any other records, with the exception of Hamot calling Gherring to inform them of my ER visit last Friday. After that I asked him about my foot and why it has swollen to the size of an offical NFL pigskin football. He so intellectually replied "I don't know". Terrific. This guy claims to have years of experience from the emergency room and yet the can't tell me why my foot is soon going to pop and give birth to a sixth toe.
After that run down, the looks at my foot and moves it up and down. He first tells me to relax, I do, he moves it, and then strictly tells me again to relax as I replied "I am!". Then he moves his fingers up my calf in a pressing motion asking if anything hurt. When he reached on of the large, mulpy brusies on my back calf I quickly said "That hurt, because there's a bruise." "Oh yeah" he says and goes back to his paper to scribble some more. He then asked what I was doing to have the accident, if was at a "rally" or something. I told him I was just riding around my yard, and after that recieved instruction on how I should wear proper gear. Obviously this guy isn't from the country. I was in my yard! Why don't I wrap myself in bubble wrap next time I take a walk with my dog? A tree might come out and scratch my arm, oh the horror!
The appointment was done, he sat there, I put the air cast back on, opened the door myself, and walked out, quickly said thanks, and hobbled away to the door. I stepped outside and began to cry. I didn't expect to be treated like a moron, like dirt, by a professional none the less. This is a disgrace.
I called Gherring back later yesterday and asked for his name because he didn't give it to me in the room, even didn't wear a name tag. I am finding the director. I am complaining. Apparently, the name of this doctor preceeds him. A friend of mine at the PH told me of an instance where the very same doctor sent her home with a broken arm, telling hre nothing was wrong. Another told me of a story from another doctor employed at the Wellness Center that simple looked into her mouth and told her she had strep without running a proper test or culture of any kind (Later my friend also learned she had strep and mono, something they obviously didn't find). This is outrageous. First ResLife doesn't give me a key and my mother calls up the director who then lavishly kissed her butt with apologies to straighten things out. I stood outside and cried thinking "When will this mess be over? I can't do anything, I only cause trouble." It was a hard day.
Later that night I went to the Gathering, an off-campus college hang out where you can hear God's message from a speaker, listen to an awesome live band each week, and connect with other Christians. The Gathering never felt so good to attend. God is so good, he truly bring peace into my heart.
Another thing that made me laugh was an unexpected voicemail from my brother what sounded like this "If your hoppy and you know it, stomp your crutch! If your hoppy and you know it, stomp your crutch! If your hoppy and you know it, and your face does surely show it, if your hoppy and you know it, stomp your crutch!" It made me laugh and brightened my day. I am still surprised he called me, even after fulfilling my duty of being a little sister and trying to get some information about my brothers secret and mysterious "love life" and "unnamed girlX".
I'm off to another day of hobbling, trying to be off crutches and just air cast, and taking it easy. Peace out peeps. Drop a message and I'll get back to ya.
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