It’s Time to Find a New Doctor

It was bad enough to go once a year, then it became twice a year. Now it’s been more than that because both my husband and I have eye pressure issues. Since we moved to Virginia two months ago it’s been even worse reaching our destination. Getting to Washington Hospital Center was a pain on a good day when we drove in from Capitol Hill. I always made appointments for the first time slots after lunch to avoid rush hour traffic either way. We’ve been thinking about getting another doctor closer to home because I am all about convenience. Driving in to DC for a scheduled appointment is a crap shoot - you never know what will block the road on top of foul weather. This morning helped us make up our minds. We need to leave 90 minutes before just to get there, maneuver around a major medical center, find a parking space - if you’re lucky - then walk to the physician office building after walking through the hospital. You also have the privilege to pay for parking. Neither one of us would want to go there for a procedure because of all of these variables. Then the waiting room was stacked with unplanned emergency patients that delayed our five minute pressure readings and evaluation making our total stay two hours just in the office. There were no apologies for the delay and the treatment by the staff is always less than desirable. More than half of the day was blown by the time we got home from this excursion. The sad thing is is that I have another appointment on Wednesday in our old Capitol Hill neighborhood. Maybe it’s time to find another interist too. DC is nice when you enter it on your own terms. The photos don’t do the frustration justice. So glad we finally moved on.