Language at the Doctors Office

I called the hospital on the same day I made my appointment with this GI specialist. I asked for medical records to be sent to him. They said they could do all but films. Okay, then fax what you can.

 
I got to my appointment and no records!  He is not 100% sure this is diverticulitis. He wants to see my blood work, my records, etc. 

What a waste of a stressful drive there. For someone who needs a bathroom nearby every few minutes, this was a long drive so talk about stress! It took me 40 minutes to get there and that wasn't bad because I missed an exit and had to turn around. Normally that would have taken me far longer if the town wasn't deserted. Thankfully hardly any traffic due to the nightmare that is going on around these parts. I knew I had to get onto 395 and all signs kept telling me it was closed. But it was only closed into the district. Again, a big sigh of relief. I got there found a bathroom and then went to visit my doctor.

I got into the office and began the paperwork. I was done and now sitting in the area 7ft from anyone. 

A woman walks in and tries to sign (American sign language) the woman at the desk behind the glass at check-in. 

The woman behind the desk then said so loudly that everyone in the office could hear and we all looked up - She should just bring someone with her for petes sake! 

Well now, that got me to get up.

I believe I told you I took sign language classes but over 25 yrs ago. 

I remember very little. The woman behind the window wanted a name. 

Now normally they can read lips even if just a little but we are all wearing masks.

So I looked at the deaf woman and signed, "What is your name? My name is Margaret."  She got so excited. I pointed to the 2 Drs names and pointed to one then the other. She had me stop on the dr she was seeing. 

I told the bitch  woman behind the window her name and the doctor's name of who she was here to see. 

The woman behind the glass handed this woman her paperwork to fill out.

The deaf woman touched my coat for me to turn to view her and she said thank you. I smiled. As I was turning around the wench behind the counter said, "she still should have someone with her" in such a nasty tone! 

I said, "Well, maybe the office should have someone who can sign." 

I said it far nicer than I meant it and she shrugged and rolled her eyes at me. I know I'm a bitch too. 

It would not have been that difficult to write what she needs.

The office could have a paper that reads, please sign in and please give me your photo ID and insurance card, just for occasions like this. 

I am certain it happens more than once. 

When the deaf woman attempted to speak you could tell she was deaf. Honestly, I dislike people the more I have to be around them. There was no reason for that employee of the drs office to behave that way. I wrote on a piece of paper to the deaf woman that is all I know in sign. She laughed and sighed, it's okay thank you.  I at least understood that. 

When I got home I told Rick ole ASL (American sign language) came in handy, but I would have liked to have said some choice words to the woman behind the desk in Italian. Rick knew what I meant and laughed. He told me I should have she would never have known what you said to her. I said, "it'd be my luck that someone there knew all the bad words in Italian like me."

When I came out of the office and got my coat to leave my wasted appointment, the deaf woman was sitting in the lobby waiting to be called to go back. She waved to me and thanked me again. I waved back and signed you're very welcome....or I think I did. 😉