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Went to my doctor at 1:30, waited half an hour, got a five minute visit and a referral to an orthopod, that'll be $25.
Drove to the orthopedic surgeon's suite, filled out the forms, sat in lobby for half an hour, then was called into a small office where an assistant copied my insurance card and entered my data into the system, then was led to another waiting room. Apparently after you get past the lobby, each of the four partners have their own separate waiting rooms. After sitting in that waiting room for a while I was called for x-ray, placed in yet another waiting area, waited, got x-rayed, returned to the x-ray waiting area, waited a while, was then called back to the second waiting area where I waited some more. For my 3:00 appointment I was finally called into an examination room at 4:30, where I waited some more before the doctor finally arrived. Gave him my history, he examined my feets, and decided "you must have torn your Plantar's Fascia". He gave me some orthotics and a scrip for Naproxin and said it'd resolve itself. He seemed to think that I probably helped things by tearing the PF, since that's about what the surgery would involve anyway. I asked for crutches and he said I wouldn't need 'em. Call back in ten days if there's no improvement.
In short I think I got the bum's rush.
Drove to the orthopedic surgeon's suite, filled out the forms, sat in lobby for half an hour, then was called into a small office where an assistant copied my insurance card and entered my data into the system, then was led to another waiting room. Apparently after you get past the lobby, each of the four partners have their own separate waiting rooms. After sitting in that waiting room for a while I was called for x-ray, placed in yet another waiting area, waited, got x-rayed, returned to the x-ray waiting area, waited a while, was then called back to the second waiting area where I waited some more. For my 3:00 appointment I was finally called into an examination room at 4:30, where I waited some more before the doctor finally arrived. Gave him my history, he examined my feets, and decided "you must have torn your Plantar's Fascia". He gave me some orthotics and a scrip for Naproxin and said it'd resolve itself. He seemed to think that I probably helped things by tearing the PF, since that's about what the surgery would involve anyway. I asked for crutches and he said I wouldn't need 'em. Call back in ten days if there's no improvement.
In short I think I got the bum's rush.
