The fun never stops…
So, sitting at my desk this morning, my cellphone rings. I look at the number - it’s something ridiculous, like 1-401-400-4001. I push the button to silence it. In a moment of curiosity, since I’m at my computer, I did a search on the number. It’s a real number; a rheumatology clinic in the next town. The urology place had mentioned they were going to set up a rheumatology consult back last year. So I called them back. Yes, they were calling to verify my appointment for - wait for it - 0700 tomorrow morning.
Yeah.
This isn’t the first medical-related call I’ve gotten on my cellphone. There were eight people who had that number; other than one time in 2009 when I gave it to my insurance carrier so they could call me back about an insurance authorization while I was in the Emergency Room with a kidney stone. Within the hour, the phone - which normally got maybe one spam call every three months, blew up with spam calls. Aetna, you shit-eating bastards.
I have never given that number to anyone else, but the endocrinologist’s office called me on it last year. I asked them to remove that number and gave them the land line number *again*. And now some other clinic has it.
That’s "electronic medical records" for you. Tomorrow I’ll give the rheumatologist the correct number.
I’ve already butted heads with the Electronic Medical Record system before. There isn’t really any way to get bad data purged; it’s sort of like a credit report, except you have even less control over what’s in it. Even if you get bad data corrected, new data gets merged as different companies sell or trade data with each other, like the default on a car loan I never took out, in a state I’ve never been to. Someone - there’s apparently no way to tell who - told the EMR that I’m diabetic. I’m not. But when I’m at a consult and tell them that, they just give me a pitying look. The computer says I’m diabetic, so I’m obviously in denial.
[sigh]