I won't go so far back as a missing (later shredded) X-ray report which was a potential difference between life and death, or to a print out of a report that sighted an artificial heart valve. Those were some years ago. I'll cite only the events of the past year:
July: Instead of a scheduled simple ultrasound for a kidney stone follow-up, I was handed a blanket, led down the long hospital hallway to a treatment room where I was told to prepare to be there for at least 3 hours. I had to rebel. Nope, wrong person.
November: Wrong readings on ultrasound report with ominous findings led me to undergo major surgery. Pathology report showed no such finding. Oops!
February: Routine follow up office visit morphed into my being handed a pill and cup of water prior to office surgery, a cystoscopy, whatever that is. Oops!
March------I'm so angry this time I can't even talk about it.
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