Today a big, young, African-American football-player looking fellow that I have never seen came in to see the doctor as an established patient. I checked him in, did all of the usual paperwork, and sent him on his way.
An hour later, the Lab Lady walked up to my desk and said, "I think you gave us the wrong paperwork. The name doesn't match up."
Whatchu talkin' about, Willis! That's the chart The Receptionist gave me!
"Well, there's been some sort of mistake then because Mike Smith (name has been changed) is a tiny, disabled, 65-year-old white man."
Ummm...ok. I guess that a drastic difference in race, age, and physical status MIGHT indicate that a mistake had been made (by me, not the receptionist)...
2 comments:
I thought you were only in charge of billing...:)
You will soon learn that there is nothing in this office that I don't have my hands in...perhaps they should curtail mu duties, however, because I keep making mistakes.
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