Leave Your Blood at the Door

Just got back from the doctor's office. A rheumatologist this time. It was the same ol' same ol'. Leave your money on the counter and your blood in these little vials and call us in a week. *SIGH*

As frustrating as this whole process is, the hardest part was keeping my cool when I answered the same questions THREE FREAKING TIMES! Being the dutiful new patient, I filled out all their little forms beforehand. Thinking ahead, they mailed me these items so I could save time upon check-in. Wrong! A nice little nurse took my completed forms and then sat down and asked me every damn thing that was on the forms...again! She wrote my answers down in a different form, printed on different colored paper with different boxes. I'm sure there is method to this madness.

Then Dr. Rheumatology comes in...and starts asking me the same ding-dang questions the nurse asked me!!!! I didn't want to seem uncooperative or ill-mannered, so I once again provided the answers. This time, the information was jotted down on a legal pad. Perhaps that makes the difference.

Whatcha wanna bet the blood they took is for the same damn tests I had three weeks ago. How many things can they look for in your blood, after all?

I keep wondering how the poor SICK people cope with all this!