Amongst our stable of physicians, it’s no exaggeration to say I adore our PCP. In the last 5 years, Dr. H and his Girl Friday have demonstrated a “Marcus Welby-ish” niceness that’s well, astonishing. His “McDreamy” good looks don’t hurt either … but, hey, I digress.
So, I was cooling my heels in the examining room, when in walks a young lady I’d not seen before. Wearing a Very Serious expression, the lass proceeds to take my blood pressure, consults the chart and asks,”What medications are you taking?”
“Umm, I hope you have that information in my file!?”
Too surprised to be sarcastic.
Then, “Have you any allergies?”
At this point, my “good” fairy stumbles; is barely clinging to my left shoulder:
“I really, really hope you’ve got THAT on file!”
(To self: Is this a test, to make sure I’m who I say?)
Unknown Lass concludes her business and disappears. No, I didn’t say anything to Dr. H. Any upset's been replaced by curiousity.
‘Figure she’s a newbie, following a script? Perchance the folks at HIPAA are enacting more regulations while we sleep?
… or have I been the one at fault -- asleep at the wheel while the rest of the world is changing?