About to beg for due care and attention
Over the last few decades I’ve lived a charmed life. Very little need for medical attention. Even less stress in finding a physician in time of need. All the way back to Charlie Brown, who diagnosed my sprained finger with a quick linear rotation. OK, I didn’t say that the care was always without pain.
Anyhow, I’ve fallen on hard times. My access to services has hit a drought, and until further notice, I’m seeking rather than consulting. This morning, I sent off an email, concerning medical tests scheduled for tomorrow afternoon. When the answer came back explaining that the test was simply because they had the equipment. No real reason to test, when the results would not be used in any medical context. I declined the offer as superfluous.
And with that, I moved from a consumer that simply uses the system to one that will turn down unnecessary attention. First time. Probably not my last. And that doesn’t solve my quest to find a doctor who is willing to renew my prescriptions (about to run out).
I’ve been told (by the pharmacist) to get into line at the “walk in clinic” and use my best techniques to convince someone who doesn’t know me to write my scrip. There’s a decent chance that the next opportunity will be tomorrow. I’ll be there. Unsure how I should dress, and the actual tone of voice required, but I have until suppertime (on Tuesday) to rehearse before the mirror.
After a lifetime of open access, I’m now a beggar for attention.
