Do you guys remember waaaay back, over a year ago when John was in hospital and I discovered that he had been misled into believing his test for diabetes was negative when in fact, it was positive and his blood sugar was 566 upon admission?
Well, (refresher here), he had been losing weight at a really alarming rate and so had figured he must have diabetes. We have never known anyone with this disease before and really had nothing to go on besides Wikipedia and medical websites, but it seemed obvious.
Also, understand that John was adopted, so there was no family history.
So, he made an appointment and went in and got his blood drawn and peed in a cup and just basically gave them all the info he could.
For some reason I will never understand the doctor didn’t just prick his finger right there in the office and look at a glucose meter. But, who am I to wonder at the wise and mysterious ways of quacks?
Aaaaanyway, a couple of days later the chick with the test results called and told John he was fine. His cholesterol was just a tad high-he needed to work on that.
He came right out and asked her, “So… I don’t have diabetes?”
“Oh, no, Mr. Lopez.” He was good to go.
So now, I am panicked. How could he have lost literally close to 60 lbs in 2 1/2 months?
You know what I was thinking, don’t you? Cancer. And so was John.
We were scared to death.
OK, cutting to the chase now. That was in February. In October John was admitted to the hospital with congestive heart failure and that’s when his blood sugar was 566.
I had the presence of mind to call the old doctor that USED to see him and ask for a copy of those test results from back in February.
You guessed it. He was very clearly diabetic. It was circled and everything. It was on the page after the cholesterol count and apparently she just hadn’t bothered to look at it.
Color me livid. And panicked, since there was some misinformation at the bottom of the page that said he tested positive for some kind of cancer. Come to find out that bit of info was for another patient and John was fine, which we knew as soon as the hospital ran the same test on him.
OK, now. Guess what I received in the mail from the same clinic that screwed up the delivery of his test results? Go ahead. You never will.
Unless you are skipping ahead before I tell you…
OK. I received the test results for a Juan Lopez. Along with his correct address on the INSIDE.
The good news is Juan’s culture was negative. The bad news is I’m pretty sure I am supposed to be oblivious to this.
When I called the clinic and told them I had his test results in my hand there was a lot of gasping and a collective “Oops!”. They asked me if I would please mail it back to them. I asked why not just tear it up and throw it away? She indicated I could do anything I want with it, but they would prefer I mail it back to them.
I would prefer they get their shit together and communicate better with their clients.
Too much to ask?
AND, Is it evil of me to want to just hop in the car with this and run it over to Juan’s house and hand deliver it while explaining why it’s opened and the envelope is addressed to a John Lopez?