DeathIndustrial88
Bluelighter
So I decided to go get my medical card.
I called to ask about making an appt and explicitly stated over & over again that I was completely broke until next month.
The receptionist/intake girl had some serious mania going on & would not stop talking about herself. She made it sound like it was fine that I had no money & mentioned nothing about having to pay anything & made me an appt for yesterday.
I go there & walk in (first the place was hard as fuck to find). And it's the same crazy receptionist girl there. I sat with her and she was going on & on about her "childhood trauma" and how much she's passionate about helping people "get the meds they deserve".
Some older gay fellow walked in, apparently there to show this girl his new medical card & was friends with her.
She looked at me and said something along the lines of "This is a very special day for you!". And then introduced me to this guy (I guess assuming because we were both gay). He came & sat down by us. He was a really nice guy, I had no issues with him. We just sat there while this receptionist girl went on and on and on, you'd have sworn she was on speed (maybe she was).
Eventually the "physician" or whatever she is (the girl was younger than I was even) came out and got me and brought me into her office. She looked at my medical file & said she was certifying me for having chronic pain & nausea & blah blah. Which is about the only good part of this story. After she certified me, it prompts an email to me where I have to answer questions for the state & I have to pay 75 dollars to the person who reviews it & then I'll get my card. I asked the physician if it was going to make a difference if my drivers license is from out of state because I haven't had the money or means to change it yet. She said she didn't know but that maybe the receptionist chick would know & she took me back out into the waiting area by her & said I was good to go.
So I sat there & asked the receptionist chick about the drivers license thing, where she then proceeded to look in a book for about 2 minutes & then eventually just went back to talking about herself. At this point, I couldn't really understand what was happening. The gay guy was still sitting there with us. She also went on about how she use to be a teacher & how she hated white people (even though she was white herself & apparently part native, at least that's what she said).
At one point she must have been looking at my chart & piped up and said "I'm about to break HIPAA, but I'm on propranolol too!!!". Right in front of the guy sitting there. Then proceeded to ask me what I was on it for.
I was like WTF!!!
Then she went on & on about how she was on xanax and how they weren't hers. And both her & the guy just kept talking & some times talking to me here & there.
Other patients kept coming & going, getting certified & then they were given a bag with a pot leaf on it & more instructions & stuff I'm assuming.
I kept trying to ask the receptionist questions like "can I pay that 75 when I can afford to or does the certification ever expire?" and some how she just managed to make everything I asked or said come back around onto her & her life & "childhood trauma".
I felt SO AWKWARD & CONFUSED. I didn't know wtf I was suppose to be doing next or what.
At another point she looked right at me & said "So you have no money right?" '... I said nope (thinking she was referring to that 75 for the card). Then she said "Not even 50??" and I said nope.
And then some other patient came out & was done & she was checking him out I guess & asked him if he had paid & he said yeah he had pre-paid. I still had no idea really what they were talking about at this point. She then makes the comment "I like people who pay.........(long pause)....hahah I'm just joking, I like all people". (Since I had no idea wtf she was talking about, it was only after that I realized this comment was a stab at me.).
Then she just continued to sit there & talk about herself with this guy sitting there.
Eventually this older blonde lady kept walking by & making comments like "you guys all friends now" and "you guys having a party". I just smiled. I was so full of anxiety & confusion at this point. Eventually she asked me again why I was still there & I told her I thought I was waiting for one of those bags with the pamphlets in it or something" and she said "did you pay?" and I was like "uhhh...pay what?", to which she replied "the 50 dollar fee?". Apparently this whole time, nobody bothered to mention to me that I'd need to pay 50 bucks after being certified.
I told her that too, I said "I wasn't aware I had to pay anything" and she said "well didn't you get an email?"...
I said "yeah, but there was nothing about a 50 dollar fee". (I double checked when I got home & sure enough, no where in the emails does it mention a fee & I have no idea how these other patients were pre-paying).
So the older lady started signing me up for "AfterPay", where they'll put money on a debit card for you & I didn't know what AfterPay was at first & I had to tell her, "I own a government issued debit card, so you can't load money on it".
And then we just sat there & she was like "huh, how are you going to pay?".... I finally had to tell her "Can I just come in on Friday or next Monday when I get my money & pay it" and she said sure & that it was fine. And then I left & walked out.
I also found out the nearest dispensary is 40 miles away. And that it's still illegal to travel with it in your car (makes no sense).
And no one could answer me on the whole drivers license issue.
This was the most bizarre experience I've ever had when it comes to a "medical visit".
Not only did the crazy receptionist neglect to mention anything about making sure I had 50 bucks, but she also broke HIPA and announced outloud that I was on propranolol in front of that guy. She made me feel embarrassed & stupid. I feel like I was hoodwinked into now having to pay them 50 dollars, when there's a possibility it'll get rejected due to my drivers license & then I'm not gonna be able to afford to drive 40 miles for weed anyway.
Does anyone have any suggestions? When I go back to pay, should I say something? Should I not say something?
If that receptionist/intake girl is so passionate about helping people get marijuana & getting our state to take it seriously, she might wanna do us all a favor & quit. I've never seen such unprofessional behavior in my life.
Honestly, they should have to PAY ME for being the receptionist's therapist & for violating my privacy & making me feel stupid.
I wasn't sure where I could or should post this, so mods please feel free to move it to the appropriate place. Thanks!
I called to ask about making an appt and explicitly stated over & over again that I was completely broke until next month.
The receptionist/intake girl had some serious mania going on & would not stop talking about herself. She made it sound like it was fine that I had no money & mentioned nothing about having to pay anything & made me an appt for yesterday.
I go there & walk in (first the place was hard as fuck to find). And it's the same crazy receptionist girl there. I sat with her and she was going on & on about her "childhood trauma" and how much she's passionate about helping people "get the meds they deserve".
Some older gay fellow walked in, apparently there to show this girl his new medical card & was friends with her.
She looked at me and said something along the lines of "This is a very special day for you!". And then introduced me to this guy (I guess assuming because we were both gay). He came & sat down by us. He was a really nice guy, I had no issues with him. We just sat there while this receptionist girl went on and on and on, you'd have sworn she was on speed (maybe she was).
Eventually the "physician" or whatever she is (the girl was younger than I was even) came out and got me and brought me into her office. She looked at my medical file & said she was certifying me for having chronic pain & nausea & blah blah. Which is about the only good part of this story. After she certified me, it prompts an email to me where I have to answer questions for the state & I have to pay 75 dollars to the person who reviews it & then I'll get my card. I asked the physician if it was going to make a difference if my drivers license is from out of state because I haven't had the money or means to change it yet. She said she didn't know but that maybe the receptionist chick would know & she took me back out into the waiting area by her & said I was good to go.
So I sat there & asked the receptionist chick about the drivers license thing, where she then proceeded to look in a book for about 2 minutes & then eventually just went back to talking about herself. At this point, I couldn't really understand what was happening. The gay guy was still sitting there with us. She also went on about how she use to be a teacher & how she hated white people (even though she was white herself & apparently part native, at least that's what she said).
At one point she must have been looking at my chart & piped up and said "I'm about to break HIPAA, but I'm on propranolol too!!!". Right in front of the guy sitting there. Then proceeded to ask me what I was on it for.
I was like WTF!!!
Then she went on & on about how she was on xanax and how they weren't hers. And both her & the guy just kept talking & some times talking to me here & there.
Other patients kept coming & going, getting certified & then they were given a bag with a pot leaf on it & more instructions & stuff I'm assuming.
I kept trying to ask the receptionist questions like "can I pay that 75 when I can afford to or does the certification ever expire?" and some how she just managed to make everything I asked or said come back around onto her & her life & "childhood trauma".
I felt SO AWKWARD & CONFUSED. I didn't know wtf I was suppose to be doing next or what.
At another point she looked right at me & said "So you have no money right?" '... I said nope (thinking she was referring to that 75 for the card). Then she said "Not even 50??" and I said nope.
And then some other patient came out & was done & she was checking him out I guess & asked him if he had paid & he said yeah he had pre-paid. I still had no idea really what they were talking about at this point. She then makes the comment "I like people who pay.........(long pause)....hahah I'm just joking, I like all people". (Since I had no idea wtf she was talking about, it was only after that I realized this comment was a stab at me.).
Then she just continued to sit there & talk about herself with this guy sitting there.
Eventually this older blonde lady kept walking by & making comments like "you guys all friends now" and "you guys having a party". I just smiled. I was so full of anxiety & confusion at this point. Eventually she asked me again why I was still there & I told her I thought I was waiting for one of those bags with the pamphlets in it or something" and she said "did you pay?" and I was like "uhhh...pay what?", to which she replied "the 50 dollar fee?". Apparently this whole time, nobody bothered to mention to me that I'd need to pay 50 bucks after being certified.
I told her that too, I said "I wasn't aware I had to pay anything" and she said "well didn't you get an email?"...
I said "yeah, but there was nothing about a 50 dollar fee". (I double checked when I got home & sure enough, no where in the emails does it mention a fee & I have no idea how these other patients were pre-paying).
So the older lady started signing me up for "AfterPay", where they'll put money on a debit card for you & I didn't know what AfterPay was at first & I had to tell her, "I own a government issued debit card, so you can't load money on it".
And then we just sat there & she was like "huh, how are you going to pay?".... I finally had to tell her "Can I just come in on Friday or next Monday when I get my money & pay it" and she said sure & that it was fine. And then I left & walked out.
I also found out the nearest dispensary is 40 miles away. And that it's still illegal to travel with it in your car (makes no sense).
And no one could answer me on the whole drivers license issue.
This was the most bizarre experience I've ever had when it comes to a "medical visit".
Not only did the crazy receptionist neglect to mention anything about making sure I had 50 bucks, but she also broke HIPA and announced outloud that I was on propranolol in front of that guy. She made me feel embarrassed & stupid. I feel like I was hoodwinked into now having to pay them 50 dollars, when there's a possibility it'll get rejected due to my drivers license & then I'm not gonna be able to afford to drive 40 miles for weed anyway.
Does anyone have any suggestions? When I go back to pay, should I say something? Should I not say something?
If that receptionist/intake girl is so passionate about helping people get marijuana & getting our state to take it seriously, she might wanna do us all a favor & quit. I've never seen such unprofessional behavior in my life.
Honestly, they should have to PAY ME for being the receptionist's therapist & for violating my privacy & making me feel stupid.
I wasn't sure where I could or should post this, so mods please feel free to move it to the appropriate place. Thanks!
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