To Sue Or Not To Sue...Or...The Doctor's Office Lost My Charts

Around June, the doctor gave me a medicine that needs a monthly check to monitor my blood pressure and weight. As a good doctor by a doctor, I asked my medical record to record start weight and blood pressure. She was waiting, I am waiting. Wait a second

I left the office and followed up on the following day. The front desk answered that message, "Someone replies to me" said

About two rounds later, finally they found that I could not find my chart after two weeks. I am very depressed, but I am very busy with work and family, so I gave up for a while.

I will fast forward in July. I went inside and followed up and I found my chart is still missing. As a beautiful doctor, my doctor wrote my first data on a separate paper so I can compare and monitor my progress.

In the next two weeks, I played a frustrating frustrating phone tagged game that various staff "mess up the message" and I was sure that "Someone will reply to me."

Three weeks later, I started recording phones, sending mails, names and numbers.

I will fast forward in August. I can not find my chart yet. At this time, I not only visited the general practitioner (doctor's office) but also sent an e-mail through the hospital's website, talked about the two reasons of the patient and confirmed that there was already news. Medical records and general medical department administrator (ie clinic) were left behind. But even so

I am not originally polite, but I do not know what to do. My patient chart contains all my medical history, including all prescription drugs, all exams, insurance information, phone numbers, work and so on. Knowing that information will reach somewhere in the hospital ... If it is still in the hospital, it can make me at least worried. Without history of my chart, I basically need to start from scratch.

At the consultation room in the examination room, I avoided my eyes and instructed my doctor not to tell me this number. Usually, a doctor smiles when writing down on the medical record. Sometimes he said, "If you lose 5 to 10 pounds, I will like it." He never said, "Your way is good." As I heard I know myself. 10 pounds: This is not a disaster. I noticed that. But it is intensifying. lost heart. This is the distance between me and confidence, envy, national ideals. If I could look away from the other quarter of the sandwich from the third bowl of Thanksgiving's 3rd butter yam, ice cream My dream is to help me to study at the weekend It is to have taken the bedroom of.

I sat down and thought how good these conversations would be. Maybe when I graduate, I can sue my boss. Can you appeal other people from the office? I began thinking about ways to appeal to those who beat me in the least important way. I also thought about how the jury would make me a sweet one. The person who went out seemed to be the person I met in my life. We often called him John Merrick after he was accustomed to wearing a towel at the party and paying respect for famous "personification" in Victorian London. Some people think this is a bad situation, but I always appreciate the art behind them. I entered the kitchen and took out two beers from the refrigerator. I am always looking forward to his unannounced visit. His age is about twice my age and can be called a rich living experience.

Sue gave me my picture at Walgreens. I put money in my overseas wallet. Sue is my baby - the only woman I have ever loved. Everywhere you look at Su, she is very clean and neat like a doll. She will not go to places that are not dressed. She always makes her hair and makeup perfect. Like a good man, you can not defeat Su. I was sent back to Arapaha for the 14th day off. The moment I looked at them, I hugged my mother and my father's neck. My mother 's brother Sylvester "Syl" Webb took me to Tifton with a small Ford convertible to take a train to Maryland' s Fort Meade. A boy, I heard that the train will come. It is a lonely voice. I know that I am far from Arapaha - Florida is the furthest place I have been to.