I decided at Zach's last baby wellness visit, we were switiching doctors. Myself and hubby had had enough! They are not thorough enough, hardly took time to really see him, and the office was constantly changing doctors on him. At that last visit, I ask what I need to do to have his records transfered to a new doctor. She hands me forms. Okay no problem...
He is coming upon three years old, so it's that time again. I call a new pediatriction referred to me. They tell me they need his records first, ask about my insurance, we talk about the hours, blah blah blah. I get off the phone, thinking wonderful.
I pull out that paper work I stuffed away almost a year ago and start to fill it out. Mark this, fill out that, check that. They need proof I am his parent. I think to myself, what they going to do, take my blood? LOL I call the "old" office to ask a few questions and find out alas, they don't have pediatrics in the building anymore. Um, how about contacting the patients and letting them know?! Now I feel my blood simmering a bit. And find out I have to pay for my own sons records?! So my simmering blood is starting to boil. This wonderful woman tells me that the person who does the record copying only comes in on Wednesday's from 9 to 11am. And for me to bring the forms in then. Otherwise I will have to wait for weeks to a month. I am beyond boiling now and vent all my pent up anger of the mistreatment of my son.
So today I have the "pleasant" experience of having to drive 45 minutes to visit my son's old doctor's office. Can you tell I am just overjoyed by this?