I went to see my primary care physician to let him know that I’m intent on having bariatric surgery and that I’ve decided on the Roux-en-Y gastric bypass. I can’t say that he was impressed, or cared either way.
I long for the days that John Shaw, MD, was my physician, he always made me feel like I was his most important patient. Unfortunately, at the advent of mandatory computer charting in lieu of handwritten notes, he opted to join Doctor’s Without Boarders and have guerrilla soldiers escort him to his patients, it was easier.
In the past 2 years, I’ve never seen the physician who’s name is written as my “primary” on my insurance card, and my current “primary” at the clinic has only personally seen me once before. He seemed pretty annoyed, thinking that I was there with the expectation that he was going to review my chart and write the letter right there in front of me, since my appointment with the bariatric surgeon was for the following day. I assured him, that it wasn’t necessary that I have it for my first visit, it’s just to substantiate a chronic pattern of failure to conclude surgery was necessitated to appease the insurance company.
I’m pretty sure he doesn’t care for me, other than the fact that he’s paid to diagnose and prescribe a treatment plan. I’d venture a guess that if he saw my face on the evening news, he wouldn’t be able to place it.