![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
. . . to hold.
Last week I called the clinic to make an appointment for a physical and get a prescription refill. (The clinic does six-month prescriptions and wants at least a five minute appointment or so to refill them. I tend to try to do this at my physical at one end, because it seems most efficient, and I was brought up to believe in yearly physicals.)
I got told that not only was the person I see booked up for all that was available in their software, everyone was booked up, and I should call today, when more space appears in the software.
So when I woke up, I weighed the options of getting up and dealing and staying and bed (and risking that this thing would be booked up again), and got up. Mumble.
Called the clinic.
Got bumped onto hold. Which was interesting for the first two or three iterations, because I was trying to figure out what the languages were. English and Spanish are easy, because I at least nominally speak them; I think the third was Korean, judging by its tonality and the fact that flyers in the clinic are up in Korean, but the fourth completely foxed me. It might have been Slavic, but I don't have the Polish to even begin on cognates if so.
However, after an hour and twenty minutes even the joy of linguistics began to pale.
After an hour and twenty minutes, I got dumped into the 'press 1 for English, press 3 for adult medicine' telephone tree. Mbuh?
I pressed 1 for English, and 3 for adult medicine. It rang about ten times before someone picked up; I asked to make an appointment.
No appointments available with Kerry O'Brien.
Okay, then, could I get a prescription refill appointment? (Given that I have about three and a half weeks left on my pills, at this point I have no faith that I'd get a physical before it would be too late to get the thing filed soon enough for continuity.)
I got bounced to someone else, who typed very slowly and seemed confused. I got asked for my name, the prescription, had a lot of long pauses to deal with, and finally got an appointment for Tuesday-week, in the evening, to have the fucking prescription filled.
So that, at least, is dealt with, and we'll see how long it takes me to schedule my goddamn physical. At this rate it'll miss![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
erispope's visit, but may well catch brooksmoses. Presuming we accomplish organization.
Last week I called the clinic to make an appointment for a physical and get a prescription refill. (The clinic does six-month prescriptions and wants at least a five minute appointment or so to refill them. I tend to try to do this at my physical at one end, because it seems most efficient, and I was brought up to believe in yearly physicals.)
I got told that not only was the person I see booked up for all that was available in their software, everyone was booked up, and I should call today, when more space appears in the software.
So when I woke up, I weighed the options of getting up and dealing and staying and bed (and risking that this thing would be booked up again), and got up. Mumble.
Called the clinic.
Got bumped onto hold. Which was interesting for the first two or three iterations, because I was trying to figure out what the languages were. English and Spanish are easy, because I at least nominally speak them; I think the third was Korean, judging by its tonality and the fact that flyers in the clinic are up in Korean, but the fourth completely foxed me. It might have been Slavic, but I don't have the Polish to even begin on cognates if so.
However, after an hour and twenty minutes even the joy of linguistics began to pale.
After an hour and twenty minutes, I got dumped into the 'press 1 for English, press 3 for adult medicine' telephone tree. Mbuh?
I pressed 1 for English, and 3 for adult medicine. It rang about ten times before someone picked up; I asked to make an appointment.
No appointments available with Kerry O'Brien.
Okay, then, could I get a prescription refill appointment? (Given that I have about three and a half weeks left on my pills, at this point I have no faith that I'd get a physical before it would be too late to get the thing filed soon enough for continuity.)
I got bounced to someone else, who typed very slowly and seemed confused. I got asked for my name, the prescription, had a lot of long pauses to deal with, and finally got an appointment for Tuesday-week, in the evening, to have the fucking prescription filled.
So that, at least, is dealt with, and we'll see how long it takes me to schedule my goddamn physical. At this rate it'll miss
erispope's visit, but may well catch brooksmoses. Presuming we accomplish organization.