You know what my crazy ass symptoms got me? An earlier appointment with my new doc.
After a few friends read yesterday’s post about my worsening symptoms, they encouraged me to call the doctor’s office and see if I could get on a list to be bumped up in case their were cancellations.
I consider myself a moderately smart person, but for some reason this hadn’t even crossed my mind. Part of is that I’m still adjusting to being a professional patient; I’m still learning how to navigate the system. Another part of it is that I’m so focused on these immediate and freaky things happening to my body that I don’t see the whole picture. Thank God for people with a more objective view of this whole thing.
So, this morning I called the doctor’s office directly. The people I talked to were so helpful, I could actually feel a little stress dissipate. I explained that I had a new patient appointment two months out, and asked if they ever put people on a list in case their were cancellations.
That conversation led the medical receptionist to connect me with a triage nurse who asked me about my symptoms and previous diagnoses. I talked about the muscle weakness, the fibromyalgia diagnosis, the Cymbalta, the blah blahbitty blah. I was on the phone for 30 minutes, maybe spent 5 of those minutes on hold. But both employees were extremely helpful and beyond polite. They were friendly and personable. And the best thing? I have an appointment THIS Friday. Huge relief!
During our chat the nurse actually said to me, “We could squeeze you in tomorrow, but I’m concerned there won’t be enough time for you to talk with the doctor. How about Friday?”
These people care. If I was into hugging total strangers…