So, after a couple of rounds of phone tag, I finally spoke to the psychiatrist my first choice (and unavailable) psychiatrist recommended me to. The exchange went something like this…
Dr: Yes, hello, this is Doctor X. You’ve been trying to call me?
Me: Yes, hello.
Dr: What insurance do you have?
Me: Anthem Blue Cross
Dr: What do you need?
Me: (combination of odd phrasing and her accent confused me) I’m sorry?
Dr: Why do you want to see me?
Me: Well, I’m seeing a psychologist for talk therapy, but my general practitioner is the one who added Wellbutrin to my treatment when the Zoloft alone stopped working. I had a bad depressive episode in December/January. I just don’t feel like the medication is doing….
Dr: (interrupting) Okay, I get the picture. When do you want to come see me?
(The rest of the conversation involves making the appointment)
This does not bode well. I’ll give her a chance, but I find that any doctor who interrupts and whose first question is to ask what insurance I have, well, that leads me to think her patients don’t come first. My appointment isn’t for a week. Perhaps I’ll see if I can find someone else. My shrink recommended someone, but that person isn’t in-network. Thanks to the crappy HSA my employer switched us to, an IN-network doctor’s visit costs me $100, so imagine what going out of network would cost.
UPDATE: Kicked Doctor X to the curb. Waiting for a call back from another doctor. It’s called bedside manner, people.