I decided to continue working at Liberty during my last week here partially because that would mean that I'd have a permenant internet connection all day...the internet was intermittent all of last week and yesterday, my last day, it didn't work at all. Go figure. Oh, well. At least I got to sit with my foot up for the last week instead of trying to hobble around and help with things I shouldn't have been doing anyway.
On another note, I learned this morning that crying can get you really far. I went to the medical records office at the hospital to pick up mine and was told I couldn't have it because it was government property. I told the young clerk helping me that I wasn't leaving Naples without my medical record, and that I needed it with me because I had a broken foot and would be needing follow-up care very soon. He told me again that I couldn't have it but that I could have a copy of it mailed to me. I asked to see his supervisor.
Out from the back comes a woman who gives me the same story...tells me I'd have to wait 30 days, that I should've requested this in advance and that they could mail me a copy. I asked her why no one told this to my husband last week when he tried to pick up my medical record. She said she was sorry, but that I would need to wait. I held up my foot (I almost put it up on the counter) and told them that wasn't possible because I would need follow-up care in another week. I said that I would be happy to wait for them to make me a copy. The woman told me to come back at 1pm (it was about 8:05am). I told her that I'd walked over from the hotel (about a 5 minute walk if you're not gimping), asked her if she had any idea how difficult that was, and told her I was not walking to the hotel and back again that day and at that point decided I was going to try to start crying.
After about 30 more seconds I was able to work myself up enough to cry, at which point she asked me to wait about an hour and said that after that it would be copied and I could pick it up. I thanked her, told her that I also needed to visit a couple of other offices at the hospital and would be back to pick up my record. At 8:25am I was back down in her office and my record had been copied. Go me!
In any case, that's all from me for now. The next time I write I'll probably be back in Chicago...later!
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4 comments:
Way to throw that girl power around. LOL! Who says the military can't be pushed into doing what YOU want them to do. Glad to hear you got your records. :-D
I'm shocked at you! not that you'd use your resources to get your way but that you did such a traditionally girly thing as cry! ha! way to use your female wiles! I suppose this is feminism in another form!
I can't believe you, Viki! You should be ashamed of yourself. Preying on the very men and women trying to keep you healthy and give you the very best service our military's socialized medicine can offer....HA!
I am totally kidding, that whole medical record thing is a joke anyway, some bases seal it up with everything short of a wax inget and tell you that if you open it you will lose your job, and others just throw it at you and ask you not to bring it back. DRIVES ME NUTS!!! Glad you stuck it to 'em.
Kilroy was here!
Good for you! I'd have tried the crying card too. And what the crap are they being so difficult about?!!!?? Can't they SEE your foot is broken?
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