When I wrote "BOOBS," on October 27; I told you that I had gotten my annual mammogram done. The radiology center that I go to always has us complete a self-addressed postcard so that they can send us a quick note to give us peace of mind that all is well. Or at least those are always the kind of postcards that I'd received from them in the past.
I've been watching my mail, but to date I haven't received a card, so I was starting to get a little worried. Now my mail carrier is not the best by a long shot and several times I've gotten someone else's mail, so I thought it could be very possible that someone else had gotten my card. Just to be on the safe side, I called the radiology center and had a rather frustrating experience.
When I first called I got a man on the line. I said "Hello" and started to say "I was there on October 27 for my annual mammogram," to which he mechanically said "what do you need ma'am?" And I replied "Well, I was trying to tell you before you interrupted me." I then went on to explain that I hadn't received a postcard from them, so I was just calling to follow up and he blandly said "hold on," and transferred my call.
A woman picked up the line, and again I stated my purpose for calling, but before I could finish, the woman interjected "So you need to re-schedule your appointment?" I said "No." And then asked what was wrong with the listening skills of their personnel. I re-stated my reason for calling, and the woman was extremely apologetic. The woman said that she would look into the matter and someone would call me back.
Within about fifteen minutes I got a call back and the woman advised that they'd found my test results, but she couldn't tell me what they were; however, she suggested that I call my doctor. She also said that the cards were being sent out and she apologized for the delay, and the earlier misunderstanding.
To say that I was nervous, would be an understatement. I wasted no time and promptly called my doctor's office. I had to leave a message and the receptionist said that the doctor or her assistant would call me back. I asked if it would be today, but was told that it might not be until tomorrow. I tired to remain calm, and didn't want to think the worst. I ran over all of the possible scenarios in my head. Maybe she told me to call my doctor because it was bad news. Perhaps she was trying to be nice and thought the doctor could tell me that everything was OK, quicker than I'd get the card in the mail; or maybe she was trying to worry me unnecessarily for pointing out how rude she and her co-worker had been. At this point I can't say which reason it was, because sadly I have yet to hear from the doctor or her assistant.