So last week I visited the doctor. The Good Doctor knows I don’t come around much; only when needed, and I NEEDED a physical. I pride myself on staying out of the health care system, but I don’t want to be a Melton Medical Mystery either!
A new computer system had been in place for almost a week, and the staff was trying to adapt. “We’re going paperless!”, they announced.
After waiting over an hour to see the doc, in a waiting room full of Sisters of Mercy propaganda and Fortune magazines, I finally got in. To the waiting room. For another 30 minute wait. But they had better mags and a pillow. So I kicked back and relaxed in my paper gown.
Pretty mundane stuff, except for this: as I was checking out, I asked for a cash discount. I’m self pay. No insurance to file.
My bill was not available because? The info wasn’t in the computer yet! One moment while the cashier called the doctor, and guess what? The doctor granted me a 50% discount! Plus, rather than have labs drawn at her place, she directed me to directlabservices.com to order the $89 basic work-up package. Saved me hundreds of dollars.
I heart her.
Overheard at the doctor’s office: “Honey, I’m 75 years old and I don’t know where I am!”
