A full 15 minutes on the phone listening to music and recorded apologies about the wait and one more time hope crashed and burned.
My Guy’s primary care doctor died several weeks ago. He only found out two weeks after the fact because he happened to call in for a prescription. The obit didn’t reach the newspaper for another two weeks. Makes me wonder if the remaining office workers were ever going to contact any of the patients.
Since the doc didn’t have anyone else in the practice with him, My Guy is left high and dry. (I switched over to my own PCP many years ago) We are in a doctor wasteland here. I’d heard rumblings of this last year with friends who were trying to get their hands on a dermatologist and were given one-year-distant appointments, but now it’s come to roost at our house.
We do have some tentative possibilities lined up for March, but in the meantime his many prescriptions will run out in a month. CVS cancels all prescriptions once a doctor goes to that great examining room in the sky. The only remaining option looks like My Guy sitting in a hospital emergency room hoping someone will renew his meds.