I was back at work today, and feeling quite a bit better, but I had to leave at noon because my doctor has been wanting me to get a CT scan on my chest.
There was something that they didn’t tell me about the scan in advance, and that was ANYTHING AT ALL. It’s like, “Oh, we’re the medical establishment, so you have to jump through this hoop! JUMP, Sick Boy, JUMP!”
To be more specific, that Anything At All that they failed to tell me could be divided into two areas.
The first thing they didn’t tell me was that when I registered for the scan, I would be required to “cough up” (figure of speech) FOUR HUNDRED DOLLARS for what my insurance wouldn’t pay.
It wasn’t so long ago that I wouldn’t have been able to pull out a credit card with four hundred dollars or more left on the limit, and I’m still not happy that my plan to get out of debt took such a huge surprise hit in just one day.
In fact, I know a lot of people who would have to do a lot of scrounging to come up with $400 in order to get something like this done, if they could acquire the money at all, and getting the money would probably mean monthly payments in addition to what they already can’t afford.
That means that a lot of people probably get in the situation I was in today — taking off from work, driving across time, wasting time sitting in a waiting room — FOR NOTHING, since they wouldn’t be able to pay the money and get the scan.
Not to mention the fact that their health wouldn’t be getting any better.
The second thing they failed to tell me in advance about the scan: THAT I WOULD BE SHOT UP WITH IODINE. “Don’t eat or drink anything for four hours before the scan.” “Um — okay … and the reason is … ?” “It’s … um … well, just DON’T”. “Well, sure, since you present your reasons so logically …”
After asking everybody in the registration process as to what was involved in what they were signing me up for, and having everyone feign ignorance (at least I hope they were feigning), the lab technician that hooked me up to me to my halogen cocktail was finally able to shed some light on what he was doing — as he was doing it – and, at the same time, warn me of some of the negative effects of what he was injecting me up with, including, in some cases, a strong desire to throw up.
At least he was the only one in the entire process who treated me like a co-participant in the activity, instead of just another piece of meat through the health-system grinder.
Anyway, he said that the radiologists would review the scan immediately, and if they found anything urgently wrong, they would call me doctor’s office people, and they in turn would call me today.
I don’t think he knows my doctor’s office staff …
And he said if everything was fairly normal, the doctor’s office would let me know later this week.
Maybe he does know them …