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debgeisler...that loves me and wants me to visit.
Something over a year ago, I got a call from the Brigham & Women's automated appointment service reminding me of an appointment with a gastroenterologist I'd never heard of. The appointment was scheduled for the worst possible time during my work week. At the time, my immediate reaction was one of being immensely peeved that my physician would schedule such an appointment without telling me or bothering to ask what time would be best.
With blood in my eye, I phoned the gastroenterology department to object to the appointment (and find out who had made it). They'd never heard of me. There was no appointment scheduled. And there was absolutely no similarity between me and the person who *did* have the appointment with that physician on that date.
So. Last night, the automated appointment service at Brigham & Women's called to tell me about an appointment next week, during the *last week of classes*, at the cardiovascular unit of the B&W. And, of course, the cardiovascular unit was closed by the time I got the message. Peeved? Oh, yeah, I was peeved to think that my physician would schedule such an appointment without checking with me.
But then I remembered that other thing. And wondered if there was a computer, somewhere, with a crush on me.
A call to the cardiovascular unit this morning netted the result expected: they'd never heard of me; I have no appointment for next Tuesday (or any other time); this was really weird.
Yes. Yes, it is.
So when Brigham & Women's system calls me from anywhere, I'm going to try to remember that it's just that love-lorn computer and not get annoyed or worried that there's something my physician's not telling me.
Something over a year ago, I got a call from the Brigham & Women's automated appointment service reminding me of an appointment with a gastroenterologist I'd never heard of. The appointment was scheduled for the worst possible time during my work week. At the time, my immediate reaction was one of being immensely peeved that my physician would schedule such an appointment without telling me or bothering to ask what time would be best.
With blood in my eye, I phoned the gastroenterology department to object to the appointment (and find out who had made it). They'd never heard of me. There was no appointment scheduled. And there was absolutely no similarity between me and the person who *did* have the appointment with that physician on that date.
So. Last night, the automated appointment service at Brigham & Women's called to tell me about an appointment next week, during the *last week of classes*, at the cardiovascular unit of the B&W. And, of course, the cardiovascular unit was closed by the time I got the message. Peeved? Oh, yeah, I was peeved to think that my physician would schedule such an appointment without checking with me.
But then I remembered that other thing. And wondered if there was a computer, somewhere, with a crush on me.
A call to the cardiovascular unit this morning netted the result expected: they'd never heard of me; I have no appointment for next Tuesday (or any other time); this was really weird.
Yes. Yes, it is.
So when Brigham & Women's system calls me from anywhere, I'm going to try to remember that it's just that love-lorn computer and not get annoyed or worried that there's something my physician's not telling me.