Dear mouse,
I am under observation for my blood sugar level. Tomorrow, whatever was recorded in that small blood sugar measuring device will be transferred to my therapist’s computer for trending purposes. Oh just like the SWS and Pulse Asia surveys, the output will show when is my bs level the highest.
Last Monday, I made an appointment for my prescribed stress test. It was all done thru phone with the routine questions such as last name, first name, blah blah. The lady gave me an appointment, Tuesday, next week.
Then she advised me to bring anything about my previous test from a certain hospital. I said, I have not been to that hospital. Then came the question, about my address. I said that’s not my address. Are you not, blahblahblah? The last name is the same but the other information is no longer mine. If I am going to visualize what she did was, when she typed the first two letters of my last name, information came out of the monitor.
Name is the same but wrong patient. She must have been distracted that she excused herself for a few seconds but when she came back to me, she was already talking about an appointment. You know, don’t talk to driver when bus is in motion. My bp shot up and my blood sugar went to 272. Nauseatingly high. This is the moment when I realize how stress affects diabetic person. Without taking any sweet nor carbohyrates that may turned into sugar, my bs level remained high till I retired to bed.
This morning, I went to another appointment. The specialist gave me a number for which I can be identified. She explained that there were screw ups because of using names of the parients as references. Now, I will just be known by my unique number. Parang password.
But even with the number, I still have to see the file when they start diagnosing me. When I was in SF and my health provider was one of the biggest in California, I had a very nightmarish encounter with an LP. An LP is a Licensed Nurse Practitioner who because of post graduate studies in Nursing can do limited doctor’s functions.
After my blood pressure and vital signs were taken by the medical assistants, I was ushered in in a room where this lady LP started asking me questions about some kind of disease. Ano?
Paano nangyari yon? I looked at the file. Hey, it’s not my file. It’s somebody’s file. Paano ako magkakasakit ng ganoong sakit. Ano siya, nababaliw. When I came back for another test, I was given a new doctor.
Moral lesson, always check your health file. Baka sabihing may pneoumonia kayo eh sipon lang pala.
The Ca t
