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My physical therapist's office left a message on the machine this afternoon; surprisingly, they (specifically, Diane, who had left the message) were still there to answer the phone three minutes ago.
They need another referral form: while I had eight visits on the first form, and four on the second, apparently the first form expired before I'd used all eight (Ghu knows why), so they've used all four of the visits allowed for on the second referral. Thus, she says, I have three visits upcoming, but need new paperwork.
I told Diane that there was no way I could get a referral, or anything else, from my GP before 8:30 tomorrow morning, so I'd have to skip that visit. She said to come in tomorrow, and then get her a referral.
I was fairly sure I had two more visits left, not three. After I got off the phone, I checked my spare brain, or rather, the "Palm desktop" version thereof. It confirms that I've had ten appointments, all of which I've used [the one rescheduled because I was delayed getting back from Montreal was rescheduled in the PDA, so counts on the day I went, only].
What's fairly clear is that I need to extract more paperwork from my GP's office, which will annoy them and me, I suspect. I don't object to an extra physical therapy session--but if I'm going to wind up paying for it because someone discovers I have had ten already, not nine, I'd like to know how much it will cost, and be reasonably sure it's going to help.
They need another referral form: while I had eight visits on the first form, and four on the second, apparently the first form expired before I'd used all eight (Ghu knows why), so they've used all four of the visits allowed for on the second referral. Thus, she says, I have three visits upcoming, but need new paperwork.
I told Diane that there was no way I could get a referral, or anything else, from my GP before 8:30 tomorrow morning, so I'd have to skip that visit. She said to come in tomorrow, and then get her a referral.
I was fairly sure I had two more visits left, not three. After I got off the phone, I checked my spare brain, or rather, the "Palm desktop" version thereof. It confirms that I've had ten appointments, all of which I've used [the one rescheduled because I was delayed getting back from Montreal was rescheduled in the PDA, so counts on the day I went, only].
What's fairly clear is that I need to extract more paperwork from my GP's office, which will annoy them and me, I suspect. I don't object to an extra physical therapy session--but if I'm going to wind up paying for it because someone discovers I have had ten already, not nine, I'd like to know how much it will cost, and be reasonably sure it's going to help.
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