There are times I have behavior that proves to me that I fit the guy stereotype. No, I’m not talking about asking for directions (which I’ll do if I can’t find a map), or watching football (that’s the game with that funny orange round ball, right). Rather, I’m talking about a reluctance to call the doctor.
My wife, if something is wrong, doesn’t hesitate to call the doctor. Me… I always plan to, but I always find some reason to put it off. I forget to call during work, and then the office is closed. In an ideal world, I could email the office with a request for an appointment, but they’re not there yet (and would HIPAA allow it?)
As folks know who have been reading this blog, I’ve been fighting headaches off and on for quite a while now. It has started to get quite annoying, and I kept telling myself I would make an appointment. See above :-)… I’d have a good day, and put it off. So, what did I do? I wrote up a fax giving my available times, and a summary of symptoms, and faxed it to my Dr.’s office.
10 minutes later. I got a phone call, and an appointment for next week (9/2). Roundabout, but at least I have an appointment!
Yea for me, I think.
