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.
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.