Wow. Talk about "not getting it".... I recently went to Boulder MRI for a scan of my brain, because I've been having seizures. Having already had cancer, the scare of course was that I might have a tumor in my brain. And I've already had several MRI scans, so I know what is involved.
Given my health problems, as you might imagine, I've had a LOT of interaction with lots of health services providers over the past couple years. And I've been treated like a chunk of meat before, and long ago lost any hope of being treated with dignity; that's just how the system is, I guess.
But this is the first and only time I've ever been treated so badly, so rudely, that I quite literally told the technician "F#$% you, I'm going somewhere else" and walked out of the facility.
Here's how it goes at this joint: you walk in the west door, where they've got a counter jammed in a corner of the urgent care clinic. They hand you the obligatory stack of questionnaires and billing forms and send you over to sit at a little table in front of the entry doors, where the cold wind blows your paperwork off the table while patients troop in and out of the door into the clinic.
They want you to be 30 minutes early for your appointment to do all this paperwork, of course. So I dutifully arrived at 10:30 for my 11:00 appointment, filled out the paperwork, and sat with my coat and hat on in the "breezeway" wishing there was at least a magazine left by the last person.... finally at 11:30 the tech comes out. Looks at me but doesn't acknowledge me at all. Just goes over to the counter and chit chats for a while with the receptionists. Then brings a clipboard over and says "Matt? follow me" and marches off.
No apology for making me sit there, nothing. No "hi, my name is...." Doesn't even wait for me to stand up before she starts off down the hall.
So we go into the bowels of the clinic, and in the very back she opens a closet. I swear it was a converted closet! This "changing" room isn't three feet deep if it's an inch. I don't know, maybe it's a test to tell if anyone is claustrophobic before they get in the machine? Then she tells me I need to strip naked and put on one of those ridiculous gowns. Oh, I should please leave my socks on, though. I told her A) we're scanning my head, and B) I'm only wearing sweats and a t-shirt, not anything metallic, no zippers no buttons no anything. "Well, we have protocols to follow."
Yeah, I get that. MRI machines have powerful magnets and you don't want to risk the liability of somebody getting burned or injured from having anything ferrous on their person. But seriously, butt naked? How about leaving my t-shirt on under the gown? How about offering me some pajama bottoms so my fat hairy ass doesn't have to hang out in public? "No, we still have our protocols"
Yeah, well.... "F$%^ you, I'm going somewhere else."
Because I've already had several MRI scans in my life, I know what to expect and what not to wear - and I have never been protocol'd into humiliation before. I know it sounds trivial... but remember, I'm the guy who went through treatment for rectal cancer - hey, there's hardly any humiliation you can think of that I haven't been through already, so that should give you some idea of how rude this gal had to be for me to go off like that.
So I went home, researched online to find another facility with high resolution 3 tesla machines and ended up driving all the way down to Aurora to the Anschutz hospital. Where I was treated very nicely, given a comfy chair to sit in, called by name and chatted up with polite conversation, told it was OK to leave my t-shirt on under my gown because it's chilly in the exam room, and given some pajama bottoms to wear without even having to ask for any of it.
Does the tech's attitude really matter at a diagnostic imaging center? I dunno, perhaps not. But I'll tell you what, there was no way in hell I was trusting them to give a damn about me or my health, given how I was treated. read more