Finding a good doctor in my neighborhood or even in Manhattan is getting more difficult every day. To get an appointment with a new doctor can mean waiting up to two months, in some cases.
I had found a good specialist to treat a condition with which I’d recently been diagnosed. To my irritation, she had office hours in my neighborhood only on Mondays. That was inconvenient, but I was able to make it work.
My last appointment was about six weeks ago. My next scheduled appointment was next month.
I had to call the doctor’s office this morning to try to clear up some difficulty with getting a prescription filled by my mail-order pharmacy. I’m not sure what the problem is — maybe they can’t read her handwriting? — but they need to talk with her ASAP or they’ll cancel my prescription.
While leaving a message for the doctor, I was informed that today is her last day at the office in my neighborhood.
“But,” I said, dismayed, “I have an appointment with her there next month.”
“Today is her last day in this office,” replied the automaton.
Nice of someone to let me know. Schmucks.
This is the glorious medical system the teabaggers want to save from reform? Give me a fucking break.