My original nephrologist, the one that ran the Roseville Dialysis Center, refused to see me at the Saint Paul Dialysis Center, instead sending one of his partners. Competing turf trumps patient care every time. My first and only encounter with the partner would have been humorous if my life wasn’t at stake. He barely spoke English, asked how I was feeling, and said he really couldn’t tell me anything because he hadn’t had time to look at my records.
Time to find a new nephrologist.
Cathy called her contacts at the University of Minnesota and within a week got me in to see the nephrologist that was singly and unanimously recommended. Bless her.
I fired my first nephrologist, but not before he could slip a note in my chart that I needed psychological counseling. He was very concerned that I had missed my appointment at his dialysis center. He was immune to hearing anything negative about his center, waving my comments away in a curiously artificial kind and caring tone.
When Cathy called him he explained, in a kind and caring manner, that she was too close to be objective. Well, I certainly hope my friends aren’t objective about my health care. And as far as that goes, I hope my doctors aren’t either. He explained that he was worried about my attitude and that I should seek counseling.
