So, I've mentioned here before that I develop frequent kidney stones. Today was my annual visit to my urologist. Here are some notes
- There's apparently a little intra-receptionist anger. As the receptionist processing me took my insurance card, the other receptionist grabbed all the files for my doctor to sort through for the person she was helping. She didn't set any of the files back. My receptionist turned to grab my file, and it wasn't there. She looked at me and said 'I don't know why your file isn't out.' I nodded toward the stack at the other receptionist's work station. My receptionist went back to finishing my paperwork, by which time the other receptionist had replaced the files. My receptionist saw this, turned and looked through the files and pulled mine, then snottily said to the other receptionist 'Do you know where these files were a moment ago?', at which point the other receptionist said in an equally snotty tone 'I don't know, I didn't have them'. My receptionist rolled her eyes at me and finished processing me. So that's got to be fun for the two of them all day.
- I like the urologist's office because it's one of the rare places I can go where I'm usually one of the youngest people present. I'm creeping up in age, but I was still lower than the average age.
- I'm also still smarter than the average bear.
- I'm never sure how high to fill the urine sample. I don't want to fill it too high and have the lab think I'm showing off, but at the same time I want to leave them enough to work with. But the way the (new) nurse said 'Do you think you CAN give us a sample today', well, let's just say I took that as a challenge.
- As part of the visit, an x-ray was taken. If there's ever a competition for telling a complete stranger your entire life story in five minutes, the x-ray tech should enter.
- The actual visit was somewhat anti-climactic. My doctor agrees that I probably currently have a small stone, but that there's really nothing to do but wait it out. He was running down options, the last being surgery, at which point we simultaneously went 'naw'. I like my urologist.