The following Public Service Announcement is brought to you courtesy of my mom. After reading my post yesterday about the emotional torture of filling out medical forms that doctors don’t seem to have any intention of ever reading, she offered up a sorta brilliant suggestion.
As you may remember reading, my mom is a cancer survivor. As such, she sees a lot of doctors. She too was weary of filling out form after form, essentially dredging up the same (emotionally laden) information again and again. So Mom came up with a solution.
She sat down at her computer and typed it all out.
Every last painful detail.
She typed out her medical history, her family history, her date of diagnosis, her surgeries, her subsequent treatments, her medications etc,. etc., and etc.
All the nasty stuff that the forms require.
And she never had to do it again.
Before any doctor’s appointment, she prints off the sheet and brings it along with her. When she gets to the forms, she gives them a perfunctory glance to make sure they’re not asking for anything radically different than she’s already provided and then she writes the following:
PLEASE SEE ATTACHED.
I know, brilliant, right?
So that’s my plan. No more fumbling and dredging and guilty soup stewing over these damned forms. Nope, all done.
Just one time, I’m going to sit down in the privacy of my own home and methodically type out Brooke’s entire developmental timeline – from pregnancy to labor to delivery to diagnoses to ‘No, she doesn’t yet ride a bike without training wheels, but she does lots of other really cool stuff, damn it, so it’s OK’.
I may look up her APGAR score for extra credit.
I’ll type out our family histories, the meds, the specialists, the support. Since I’ll be at home, I can even look up all the phone numbers of the various doctors and specialists. How about that? And just for fun, I’ll even attach her IEP and her latest neuropsych report. It will all be there. Every last damn bit of it.
And the next time that someone hands me a clipboard, I’ll be prepared. Rather than fighting the impulse to ask them to take said clipboard and shove it where the sun don’t shine, I will instead smile.
And write three lovely little words.
PLEASE SEE ATTACHED.
Genius, Mom. Seriously.