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Aug. 28th, 2003 04:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
levertovfanIt's been a long day.
I borrowed Brynn's car to go to the Northfield Hospital and get bloodwork done.
I've never been to that permutation of the Northfield hospital before, so I got directions over the phone. It's outside of Northfield city limits, in fact in Dakota county.
Roadwork was going on, blocking nearly all of the exits my directions said to take.
I turned in somewhere to find people to ask about how to get to the hospital given the roadwork. I ended up driving through a construction site(dirt roads, large piles of dirt, no people).
I wandered around the Northfield Retirement home complex and a Lutheran church but couldn't find anyone. I started wandering around trying to figure out how to get the car out of the parking lot. I did find a blue "H" sign, with an arrow, so I knew I was in the right place. I eventually ended up driving across a dirt road through the grass into a church parking lot after seeing another car do the same.
I finally get to the hospital.
I ask the person at the desk for directions to the lab and get lost.
I finally get there.
The woman at the desk looks at my perfectly legitimate lab form and says it lacks the doctor's signature. At this, I call my father, who is much better than I am at dealing with the office of my endocrinologist. They are the only endocrinologists in the county and completely overbooked such that it's difficult to get an appointment in five monthes time. He says to call back in 15 minutes.
I call back in 15 minutes and reach Linda, who says that Dad is on the way to the office because he couldn't get through by telephone. I talk to him on his cellphone as he waits in the office.
A copy of the lab form with a nurse's signature is faxed to the Northfield hospital.
The woman at the desk won't accept it.
I call my father back as he drives away from the office. He explains that that's the way that Dr. Gaudiani's office works things and that Dr. Gaudiani probably isn't in the office. I know and other doctor's services in Marin County know, but they wouldn't know in Northfield. Dad turns around in his car.
Then the woman at the desk confers with someone over the phone.
I start to call my father back when she says that they will accept it since it is a legitimate lab slip and they've confirmed the existance of Dr. Gaudiani as a licensed medical practitioner.
I made five phone calls in all and used 25 minutes of phone card time over that proceedure.
I got my blood drawn. It could have been the needle or it could have been stress, but it sure hurt a lot more than normal.
I borrowed Brynn's car to go to the Northfield Hospital and get bloodwork done.
I've never been to that permutation of the Northfield hospital before, so I got directions over the phone. It's outside of Northfield city limits, in fact in Dakota county.
Roadwork was going on, blocking nearly all of the exits my directions said to take.
I turned in somewhere to find people to ask about how to get to the hospital given the roadwork. I ended up driving through a construction site(dirt roads, large piles of dirt, no people).
I wandered around the Northfield Retirement home complex and a Lutheran church but couldn't find anyone. I started wandering around trying to figure out how to get the car out of the parking lot. I did find a blue "H" sign, with an arrow, so I knew I was in the right place. I eventually ended up driving across a dirt road through the grass into a church parking lot after seeing another car do the same.
I finally get to the hospital.
I ask the person at the desk for directions to the lab and get lost.
I finally get there.
The woman at the desk looks at my perfectly legitimate lab form and says it lacks the doctor's signature. At this, I call my father, who is much better than I am at dealing with the office of my endocrinologist. They are the only endocrinologists in the county and completely overbooked such that it's difficult to get an appointment in five monthes time. He says to call back in 15 minutes.
I call back in 15 minutes and reach Linda, who says that Dad is on the way to the office because he couldn't get through by telephone. I talk to him on his cellphone as he waits in the office.
A copy of the lab form with a nurse's signature is faxed to the Northfield hospital.
The woman at the desk won't accept it.
I call my father back as he drives away from the office. He explains that that's the way that Dr. Gaudiani's office works things and that Dr. Gaudiani probably isn't in the office. I know and other doctor's services in Marin County know, but they wouldn't know in Northfield. Dad turns around in his car.
Then the woman at the desk confers with someone over the phone.
I start to call my father back when she says that they will accept it since it is a legitimate lab slip and they've confirmed the existance of Dr. Gaudiani as a licensed medical practitioner.
I made five phone calls in all and used 25 minutes of phone card time over that proceedure.
I got my blood drawn. It could have been the needle or it could have been stress, but it sure hurt a lot more than normal.
