This morning I called my orthopedist for an appointment. My new knee has suddenly begun to swell, the other knee is about to give out altogether and my right hip is making me limp. I’m crumbling as we speak.
“I’d like to schedule an appointment to address a few issues,” I begin.
“Well exactly what, ONE thing do you want to speak to the doctor about?” the receptionist asks me.
She remains unmoved. Perhaps, she’s too young to remember the song? Nope. She’s following her script.
“You need to pick just ONE thing to see the doctor about,” she huffs, “That’s how we plan how long an appointment should take.”
“Are you kidding me?” I query. “So if I break two toes on my foot, he’ll only look at ONE of them? That makes NO sense.”
“I can only book ONE at a time,” she repeats. “How about just seeing him concerning the swelling in your new knee,” she says, obviously trying to make my choice easier and get me off the phone.
“Fine,” I say, “Book it.”
I hang up, redial the doctor and get another receptionist.
“I’d like to schedule an appointment for my right hip,” I say. “I’ll be bringing it in all by itself.” She doesn’t get the joke and books me at a different time on a different day.
Yes, I dial a third time and book a third appointment. I’m stunned to go through this bizarre hoop but what other option do I have? As I’m placed on hold, it occurs to me that three appointments bring in much more money than one. Back in the day, the family doctor could take out your tonsils, your babies and even act as your therapist. Now they’re so specialized it takes a team of them to cover all of your body parts. Go ahead. Add up all your doctors and you might discover that you have enough to field the offense for a football team.
We don’t just have an opioid crisis in America. We have a crisis of conscience. When I see my doctor tomorrow, he’s not only going to get a piece of my mind, he’s going to get all three of my body parts as well. Why? Because THEY’RE ALL CONNECTED!!!