Last week I went to my primary care physician to have her look at my fuxxed up knee. I also had her take a gander at a weird lump-thingee that's on my neck, just under my jaw. She said I need to get a biopsy of that sucker ASAP. The specialist she recommends doesn't take insurance. Dammit. So I go to my health insurance website and get a list of some specialists that supposedly take my insurance, fax the list to my doctor, and she called me back with a couple of recommendations.
First choice is a guy at UCLA Medical plaza in Westwood. I've called about four times now and haven't been able to get through. First time I called was last week; the office was closed for the holiday season. I call around 12:30pm today; they're closed for lunch. I call at 3pm today; I manoever through their automated answering system and end up getting disconnected as the phone actually rings to a real person. I call at 3:10pm and get a recording saying that they can't answer the phone right now because I'm calling during a peak hour. WHAT THE FUXX?!?!?!?!??!?!?!
Edit: I just called them yet again. Got through the automated system, the phone rang. And rang. And rang. And rang. Fuxxing UCLA BASTARDS.
Second choice is an extremely old doctor in Santa Monica who the husband went to eight years ago when the husband was involved in a minor accident where he hit the back of a Volvo with his motorcycle and cut his nose open at the start of a July 4 weekend. His regular doctor was out of town, and he tried getting a hold of several other specialists and was S.O.L. due to the holiday weekend. Eventually the husband found this doctor who is seriously ancient, but he patched the husband up pretty good. I call and find out the person who takes appointments isn't there on Wednesdays. ARRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If I wasn't broke, I'd just go to the specialist that my doctor recommends. I seriously can't afford it, and my frustration level with trying to get this weird lumpy-thing taken care of is making me want to strangle people.
So unless you know of a good ear, nose and throat specialist on the Westside who isn't a fuxxing pain to get in contact with, you might want to stay away from me. I'm as angry as this baby: