Home in the South…

Yesterday morning I went to the doctor for a scheduled, routine test. The tech who would be performing it asked me if this was my first one.

“No,” I responded, “I had one done in Greenwood, South Carolina a few years ago and, last year, I had one done in Columbia, South Carolina.”

She got this really concerned look on her face, which was not very reassuring.

“Well, they may want to see last year’s results to compare to this year’s…” she stated with trepidation.

“I asked them to send the report. Do you not see it in my chart? I can ask them again, if that helps” I suggested.

“Yeah, I don’t seem to have it here…hold on just a minute,” she said and left the room. I heard her talking to her supervisor about me and explaining that I was going to try to get the results sent over…”if I could.”

She came back and I asked her for information on where to have the report sent.

“I’ll get that for you in a sec,” she replied.

By this point I’m really confused. Usually, it is not a big deal for a provider to ask another provider for records. I asked her if they had a form to fill, wondering why she had not offered me one as they usually do.

She took out the familiar clipboard and gave me a form.

“You’ll just take this with you, right?” she asked.

“Well, can’t you all just send it over to them if I fill it out here?” I wondered.

“I just don’t know how we can get it to South America, though,” she replied apologetically.

Then it dawned on me.