Even though doctor visits were not my favorite thing, they were necessary in maintaining good health. There were several reasons why my doctor was preferred to what my mother recommended to me:
- They had a waiting room full of disabled and or low-end patients, those on Medicare and Medicaid. The Clinics of North Texas cut their Medicaid patients in 2004.
- They spoke to me instead of ‘talking over my head” to someone else in the room. They went over the results of the blood work explaining everything in the patient’s language by making a copy for the patient so they were able to follow along and keep that copy for their records.
- They called the family in when a terminal case was found. This was in the original paperwork signed by me. In the event that this happened to me, my mother was to be notified by them before telling me.
Luke 10:25-37 (NIV) said:
25 On one occasion an expert in the law stood up to test Jesus. “Teacher,” he asked, “what must I do to inherit eternal life?”
26 “What is written in the Law?” he replied. “How do you read it?”
27 He answered, “‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength and with all your mind’ and, ‘Love your neighbor as yourself."
28 “You have answered correctly,” Jesus replied. “Do this and you will live.”29 But he wanted to justify himself, so he asked Jesus, “And who is my neighbor?"30 In reply Jesus said: “A man was going down from Jerusalem to Jericho, when he was attacked by robbers. They stripped him of his clothes, beat him and went away, leaving him half dead. 31 A priest happened to be going down the same road, and when he saw the man, he passed by on the other side. 32 So too, a Levite, when he came to the place and saw him, passed by on the other side. 33 But a Samaritan, as he traveled, came where the man was; and when he saw him, he took pity on him.34 He went to him and bandaged his wounds, pouring on oil and wine. Then he put the man on his own donkey, brought him to an inn and took care of him. 35 The next day he took out two denarii [c] and gave them to the innkeeper. ‘Look after him,’ he said, ‘and when I return, I will reimburse you for any extra expense you may have.’
36 “Which of these three do you think was a neighbor to the man who fell into the hands of robbers?”
37 The expert in the law replied, “The one who had mercy on him.”
Jesus told him, “Go and do likewise.”
Misperceptions by my mother had caused her to dislike my doctor but they were unsound because:
- If my doctor wanted to stay where the high end patients were, where they made more money, they wouldn’t have set up a clinic in Wichita Falls. My doctor’s clinic was originally from the Fort Worth/ Dallas area. Most of the patients in his clinic followed them here from there. There was no “stepping on them” in order to receive a bigger paycheck somewhere else. They fulfilled The Good Samaritan Parable in the Bible.
- The only things in the back of the clinic were a C-scan and X-ray machines. They where not “hiding” anything. They just didn’t want unauthorized people in those areas or an entourage in the exam room. That was why the one person policy existed.. My mother was not needed because there was no hearing problem. My doctor’s language was understood because he spoke plain English with no foreign accent.
Since my choices weren’t meant to please my mother, this statement quieted her tirade. Proverbs 15:1 (NIV) said:
15 A gentle answer turns away wrath,
but a harsh word stirs up anger.
In 2008, after finding out the migraine medication URHCC gave me was too expensive. The following instances proved my doctor and me had a good rapport. It was to my benefit having a family history of the stress headaches and the type, found on WebMD. While what was said about this scared them They appreciated the amount of knowledge known by me They also requested to see me again if this happened a second time.
In 2005, a leg and vein study produced in inconclusive results so they sent me for a scan on the lower extremities and found stenosis. The blood thinning medication they gave me, Cilostazol, my legs ache from the thighs down. Since the scan showed there were no blood clots, taking higher form blood thinners like Plavix or Coumadin were not necessary. The doctor accepted this. Weight-bearing exercises, like putting things in overhead cabinets, hanging up clothes or getting in and out of the church van kept me out of rehab.
The biggest problem dealt with was the receptionists that answered the phone at my doctor‘s office. They mistreated the patients by making smart-alecky comments to them. In order to get out of jury duty in 2011, there needed to be a letter from one’s primary doctor. Just calling the judge didn’t work any more. This request was made in March, four months after my last visit in 2010. Telling the receptionist an appointment was as easy as calling back quieted them for half a minute. Complaints to the doctor met with a “talk to them” attitude. It was useless because they knew how to defend themselves.
Since the Lord taught me how to deal with snippy people, handling future visits were to get easier. It was better than getting used to new situations at The Clinics of North Texas or Clinic Care. Most of their doctors were foreign. Understanding their accent and having been understood by them was a major concern. Some of the women in my knitting class had complained about this with their primary doctors.
The doctor on call at Clinic Care was foreign and inept this was no better than the ones at my doctor‘s office answering the phone who were ready to retire. Even though there was a possible kidney infection in December 2010, they didn’t want to give medication because there was no infection, just a lot of bleeding. They made me have an x-ray of my kidneys to assure there were no kidney stones. The kidney medication worked so there was no follow-up visit to my primary doctor.
In spite of my mother’s tirade about disliking my doctor, dealing with new people and situations were not necessary because my doctor fulfilled scripture by treating low-end patients in their clinic. The Lord taught me how to deal with short tempered or smart alecky comments made by the receptionists on the phone. He also taught me how to quiet my mother’s tirade with scripture too.