I've mentioned before how much I love my gynecologist. It borders on obsession (ok, maybe not. But I did name my son after him. Not a grandpa or favorite uncle or president of the USA. The ob/gyn who delivered him, thank you very much.)
So anyway. My dear doctor is retiring this month. I hate that he's doing the with a passion, but nonetheless, I made an appointment for my special, ahem, exam, 6 months early just so I can go in and say good-bye (what a way to say good-bye, mind you.) I got thinking last week that while I was there, I might just talk to him about switching my IUD so that I don't have to find a new doctor to do it next year when it expires. So I made a call to the nurse. The conversation went like this (mind you, I was on the treadmill at the time.)
Nurse: why are you calling me?
Me: (sucking air) Sorry, I'm on the treadmill. But I want to get a new IUD next week when I visit Scott so that I don't have to worry about finding a new doc when it dies next year.
Nurse: can you repeat that, you loud-breathing person?
Me: blah blah repeat repeat. Can I have a new IUD next week?
Nurse: let me find out.
Me: Um, does that mean your going to preauthorize with my insurance?
Nurse: Yes. (Click.)
So. I wait 24 hours and get this call:
Nurse: Hello, patient. Your insurance doesn't cover IUDs, so you are on your own. (Click) (Ok, so no click, but it might as well have been click.)
My desired response: DON'T YOU KNOW WHO I AM? (But I assure you, not what I really said.)
Scott loves me. He tells me so each time I meet him for my whoopdi appointment. He talks to me about all the other ladies in the neighborhood that he knows (a significant number, btw). He asks about my husband and sons. He tells me I'm like his daughter. He's offered to not charge me for my appointments before because he didn't know if I had insurance. When I thought I was going to have to leave him while pregnant with Ben, he found a way to deliver Ben.
So, I was nice to the mean nurse who rebuffed my request. I calmly hung up the phone and planned to talk to Scott the next week. He wouldn't tell me I was on my own, and I knew it.
Fast forward 1 hour. Scott calls me on my cell phone, heralding me as his favorite patient. He tells me that he'll give me the IUD at his cost. I ask his cost (more than I want to spend, thank you very much) and we chat. He tells me to come in and visit with him anyway next week.
I sat there, smug in my triumph over mean nurse, knowing I was anything but on my own; well, at least for a week. Then he'll be retired and I'll have to try to like one of his partners as much. Hmph.
So, no new IUD for me this time. And I have to find a new doctor. But what if I'd actually said that to the nurse? Wouldn't it have been awesome?
Have you ever been tempted to ask someone, Don't you know who I am?
Post-publishing edit: I hope that this post doesn't sound snobby. I'd probably never actually say "Do you know who I am" because, you know, I'm not really anyone. But it was funny (in my mind). Now I'm all paranoid, 6 hours post-publishing. I really just like my ob/gyn, and will miss him a lot. That is all.
6 comments:
Not really because no body really loves me enough to warrant it LOL
I'm not really anyone's favorite anything LOL
Thanks. I laughed out loud a little bit. I never do that.
I have.
I mean...not that I've been tempted. But I've said that more than a few times, when I was teaching.
Like the time one of my students did a farmer's blow ON MY CLASSROOM FLOOR. I marched right over to him and said "Do you know who I am? I AM YOUR TEACHER. And you're being disrespectful." And then I handed him a wad of paper towels.
Or when the whole classroom was being noisy and generally ignoring me, I'd start waving my hands in the air, and I'd say "Hey! I'm just wondering, hi, do any of you know who I am? I'm, like, your English teacher? The one you're supposed to, like, learn something from?" and then we'd go on with class.
But I don't know if it's the same thing.
I say, just embrace your inner Suellen. Just that little tiny inner Suellen, that's all.
;) ;) ;)
tragic to have to go through the whole rigmarole to find a new OB/GYN that you like and trust just as much. Although, it's quite odd that you love him as much as you do. Not bad. Just...not very common. :)
good luck convincing them that you are one of the important people. I think you are.
I too share a deep and committed love for my OB. He is so kind, so caring. I will actually miss him when we move away (please, please tell me we'll move away from here some day).
Also, I know who you are! I would never disrespect that way! Puh-lease!
I have been tempted to say the same thing in my Dr.'s office, but because of Glenn. Anyway, you make me laugh. I love your stories! Good luck finding a new Dr! Love you! Can't wait to see you guys again, not sure when that will be but all the same, I am excited.
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