Today RantWoman took literature brain to one of her very own healthcare practitioners for an outpatient procedure. RantWoman arrived on time, but due to kinks in someone else's paperwork, RantWoman had to spend an extra spell in the waiting room. RantWoman's compensation for this forced flexibility was entertainment in another language.
RantWoman does interpreting and always reflexively notices interpreting points even when she will not, not, NOT interpret for her own providers. Today's compensation for this practice was that RantWoman got to listen to someone make jokes in a language RantWoman knows but does no interpreting in about taking out the theme body part, dusting it off, fixing it up and sticking it back in. RantWoman was trying really hard not to crack up although she has been known to make similar cracks about her situation, but she finally allowed herself to let on when one of the staff translated for someone who was looking on curiously.
RantWoman has been seeing this particular practitioner for long enough that her entire chart if dragged out of the archives, looks like War and Peace. Most of the time what comes to visits could variously be characterized as the Cliff's notes, the Reader's Digest version, or more properly in the tradition of serializing novels as the most current chapter.
One problem with having a medical chart the size of War and Peace is all the implied "frequent flyer miles." RantWoman deeply wishes these could be traded for time on sandy beaches instead of say more visits to said provider, especially when the visits require RantWoman to remind staff of what was in earlier chapters. RantWoman just burst out laughing when one member of the staff whom she has seen before asked what they had done for her previously. RantWoman recognizes that it is probably not reasonable to expect staff to remember things from two years ago. Or maybe she should be glad she has been slipping on the notoriety scale.
The other problem is the staff who are new to RantWoman's story and have not heard the earlier chapters in the first place. Next came a couple blithe novice nurses who managed to thoroughly annoy RantWoman both on her own behalf and on behalf of someone else getting dragged about through their ministrations. Considering the new nurses, RantWoman SUPPOSES she should be glad she got asked several of the same questions two or three times by different nurses. Maybe the repetition increases the odds that the information will get correctly recorded because it sure did not change coming out of RantWoman's mouth. RantWoman knows enough stories of people getting things wrong that she TRIES to be patient with the repetition. What wound up helping in this case was that one of the nurses was chatty and had a lovely diverting conversation with RantWoman about The Food Channel and Food Detective.
Still, RantWoman finds herself wondering whether the staff correctly interacted with the content of what she was saying. RantWoman told the different staffpeople at least three times a very good reason not to give her something listed on the cookie cutter discharge sheet the nurses were filling out. RantWoman just has had a really, really, really bad experience about the topic. When it was time to interact with said discharge sheet, RantWoman AGAIN had to remind the nurses of the issue!
But first it was time for the procedure. Rantwoman is all for fun in the workplace, but she was not charmed that the staff were all but having a water fight as she came in. The surgery staff seemed new with the doctor and he kept instructing numerous times throughout the procedure about where to put this device and that suture on his trays. RantWoman is all for training most of the time, but today she found herself wishing someone else could be the guinea pig/ designated traininng victim.
Some further philosophical ramblings could be possible here but this provider is considered one of the better ones in town in their category. Considering today, that might not say great things about local averages. Still, RantWoman also does not especially relish either having to recite the entire saga of her medical life to a new provider or hearing another round of "we might do things differently." Also, RantWoman found herself with other remedies. RantWoman would not tell her provider that she would wind up spending a whole weekend telling people from all over the world that her doctor got paid to make her look like she had been socked in the face.
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