I was referred to a rheumatologist and got an authorization to see him the other day, so I made an appointment.
Upon getting there, I find that a staff member is in the waiting room selling vitamins and vitamin shots in the front office and also leading prayers and reading from the bible. This didn't make me comfortable in the least.
The woman at the front desk tells me the doctor isn't in "today" but that I will be seeing a Physician's Assistant for my appointment. I wait an hour in the waiting room and then another hour in the exam room before I see the PA.
THIS young woman spends the few moments I have with her talking AT me and basically wanting to "eliminate" all other possibilities with a raft of tests before deciding that I have the FMS with which I was diagnosed nearly 10 years ago. She touched me on my arm ONCE, asked if it hurt (it did) and that was the sum total of her "exam".
I left the office after another half hour of waiting for her to finish up my chart and order up a bunch of tests (and authorization requests) before I was able to leave.
I decided I wasn't going to go back there, called my PCP's office, told them what went on, and was informed that they would no longer be sending patients there and that they would find me another specialist.
For grins and giggles, I went looking for more information on this mysterious doctor today and discovered that he's considered to be retired from active practice by the American College of Rheumatology.
I think something is rotten in Denmark.
Upon getting there, I find that a staff member is in the waiting room selling vitamins and vitamin shots in the front office and also leading prayers and reading from the bible. This didn't make me comfortable in the least.
The woman at the front desk tells me the doctor isn't in "today" but that I will be seeing a Physician's Assistant for my appointment. I wait an hour in the waiting room and then another hour in the exam room before I see the PA.
THIS young woman spends the few moments I have with her talking AT me and basically wanting to "eliminate" all other possibilities with a raft of tests before deciding that I have the FMS with which I was diagnosed nearly 10 years ago. She touched me on my arm ONCE, asked if it hurt (it did) and that was the sum total of her "exam".
I left the office after another half hour of waiting for her to finish up my chart and order up a bunch of tests (and authorization requests) before I was able to leave.
I decided I wasn't going to go back there, called my PCP's office, told them what went on, and was informed that they would no longer be sending patients there and that they would find me another specialist.
For grins and giggles, I went looking for more information on this mysterious doctor today and discovered that he's considered to be retired from active practice by the American College of Rheumatology.
I think something is rotten in Denmark.