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.


6 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!


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