So last Saturday, I wrote about how my doctor said I didn't have pneumonia.
I welcome you to my voicemails that I was greeted by Thursday as I returned from my cruise:
Monday: Hi, Mark. This is Bob from Doctor Marlowe's office. Can you give us a call, please. Thank you.
Tuesday: Hi, Mark. Bob from Doctor Marlowe's office again. You really need to give me a call. I tried you yesterday....so give me a call today. It is very important.
Wednesday: Mark. Bob. YOU MUST RETURN MY CALL. I need to talk to you about your chest x-rays IMMEDIATELY. Call me as soon as you get this.
Thursday Morning: Mark, this is Angela from Doctor Marlowe's office. My associate has been trying to contact you. I don't know why you won't call us back. You need to pick up a new prescription today...another doctor reviewed your x-rays and you have pneumonia. You need to start taking your antibiotics today.
The best part is...the only reason they found out I actually do have pneumonia is because my doctor was on vacation on Monday and her replacement relooked at my x-rays.
I love my...I love my...I love my HMO.
Maybe I SHOULD move to Canada.