Oxnard—I hope everyone is having a great week and enjoying the change of seasons that fall has brought.
I'M at the point this week where it’s stupid of me to remind everyone how frustrating the doctor can be, but this happened to me last Friday.
I was writing on Thursday afternoon and decided to take a minute, use the bathroom, and rejigger the tape on my surgical incision; then the phone rang, and when I finally reassembled myself, there was a message to call my doctor with her phone number.
It’s not my favorite thing to do, but I decided to call back, and when I did, they directed me to an 888 number “for my convenience.”
I finally got an answer, and the voice said: “Hello, who am I speaking with? I asked who I was speaking with. Am I speaking with an automated message system?”
The voice replied, “Great.” You’re entitled to a special gift at no cost, a medic alert necklace, and if you fall, all you need to do is press your alert button, and help is on the way.
I told the voice I wasn’t interested, that I was only returning my doctor’s phone…
