Finding a New Doctor: One of The Many Joys of Moving

See this?

This is my reward.

(Used my Ninja coffee maker to brew up a little iced coffee. Added a splash of soy milk and a healthy drizzle of my brother’s homemade maple syrup and I am living the good life.)

A reward? A reward for what?

How kind of you to ask.

I just made a doctor’s appointment.

I know, I know. This may not sound like a big deal to you, but I assure you, it was a huge deal for me.

This little task has been hanging over my head for months. Nothing like moving to a different state, where you don’t know a single soul, and navigating your way through finding a new EVERYTHING.

Eye doctor, grocery store, dentist, hair stylist, groomer (for Quinn, not me), vet (same), church (back to Reed and me), and of course a new doctor (or PCP, as it may be).

I’ve been spending a lot of time on the Blue Cross Blue Shield website.

Not a huge fan.

Spent way too much time figuring out the user name and password my husband created. Apparently it is case sensitive, despite what I may have been told.

I did the whole search thing, using the filters provided to complicate assist my search: sort, distance, type of visit, show only, accepting new patients, blah, blah, blah.

Then, I had to actually research the differences between internal medicine doctors, family medicine doctors, and general practice doctors.

Go ahead.

Quiz me.

I am a whole lot smarter than I was a week ago.

And did I mention I wanted a female doctor?

Also a bit particular about credentials. Kinda want them to be board certified. I don’t really feel that’s asking for too much.

Last week I thought I had a winner. I was feeling pretty darn good about myself.

Until I called for an appointment and was told the doctor no longer practiced at that office.

(Somebody probably should be updating their website to reflect that little detail.)

After that, I did the Rachel/Ross thing and took a break.

Yesterday I resumed the fight. Used the filter. Created a list. Checked ratings. Cross referenced.

And came up with a winner.

All that was left to do, was make the phone call. And for me, making phone calls induces heart palpitations. (This has only amplified since moving.)

In Wisconsin, when I call to make appointments, I understand what the person on the other end of the phone is asking me.

Not always the case in Georgia.

Apparently I have not yet mastered the dialect of the deep south.

Given this nugget of information, you can only imagine my excitement when I discovered I could book an appointment online.

Didn’t have to talk to a single soul.

Hit a minor snag, because I could not figure out whether or not we had a POS or a PPO, but the hubby came through in short order and provided the information I needed.

(And just so you know I am not a complete idiot. I did reference my insurance card; however, POS and PPO both appeared on the card. So there.)

After adding the appointment to my Google Calendar, I did a little Facebook stalking to see what else I could find out about my new doctor.

From the look of her posts, she and I could be besties.

She is going to be so excited to meet me.

13 thoughts on “Finding a New Doctor: One of The Many Joys of Moving

  1. Karen,

    I hate the process too and we have Blue Cross as well-PPO??? who knows? It is called South Carolina Blues and for good cause, apparently. I get the accent thing as well. I lucked out though when I asked my gynecologist for a reference. I am now firmly ensconced in the Sutter Medical System and there I will stay until something changes. Or I get pissed off. Whichever comes first.

    Good luck with your new doctor and don’t take any nonsense from her!

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  2. Thank you for my giggle of the day, Libby! The whole pissed off thing reminds me of finding a church. Thanks for the inspiration for another post. Hope you are doing well! I absolutely am loving your artistic creations btw. So much talent!


  3. I like how you ended the post. ๐Ÿ™‚ Sounds like she will be a good fit. But I completely agree with you about how difficult it can be having to orient yourself anew when you get somewhere new. But you know, time goes by slower when you mix things up and get out of your routine. Think of yourself as gaining more time. ๐Ÿ™‚ (also, I too hate having to make phone calls both because of inconvenience (I don’t have time necessarily when their office is open) and from anxiety. Online appointment making is amazing.


    1. I like your perspective, Dorothea. I never thought about slowing time down. You have given me food for thought. And I am in total agreement…online appointments are the bomb. I also feel the same about ordering food and any type of customer service! I feel so much more intelligent when I am NOT talking. Writing gives me time to make sure I don’t sound like an idiot. Or at least I hope it does! Hope you are doing well!

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      1. I am! I’ve been diligent ๐Ÿ˜‰ And I agree about sounding smarter writing than talking. I will say, however, that it’s also good to be forced to talk to people sometimes, especially if one lives on one’s own and has few opportunities for talking otherwise. It’s only human! It’s great to have the option most times.

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  4. Well, that’s not exactly what I wanted to hear, but I guess there is something to be said for honesty! And for staying true to who you are and what your needs are. I hope the second time is a charm!

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