Third Degree

Third Degree

“Hi, I’d like to make an appointment for a mammography.”

“Okay. What is your last name?”


“Your first?”



“Well I recently moved. I’m not sure if the new address or the old one is in the system. My new address is X”

“No. That’s not what I have.”

“Okay. What about Y?”

“Yes. Okay. Give me a minute.”

Waiting, waiting, waiting.

“And the referring doctor?”

“Dr. Supercalafragic” (not his real name, but just as hard to spell.)

“Can you spell that?”


Waiting, waiting, waiting.

“I can’t find that. You said, C-U-P”

“No.” and I spell again.

“Do you know his address?”

“He’s in Doctorville, I think on Physician Rd, but I can Google it.”

“No, I found it. Is your insurance the same?”


“I need you to read me all the numbers on the card.”

“Okay.” I get the card out of my bag and do as told.

“All set!”

“Great. Well, thank you so much, b…”

“Wait, didn’t you want to make an appointment?”

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Hilary Grossman

Hilary Grossman is the author of Plan Bea and Dangled Carat. By day, she works in the booze biz. By night she hangs out with her "characters." She has an unhealthy addiction to denim and high heel shoes. She's been known to walk into walls and fall up stairs. She only eats spicy foods and is obsessed with her cat, Lucy. She loves to find humor in everyday life. She likens life to a game of dodge ball - she tries to keep many balls in the air before they smack her in the face. She lives on the beach in Long Island. To find out more of what Hilary is up to check out her Facebook page

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11 thoughts on “Third Degree

  1. Ha. Everyone wants so much information these days, nothing is ever simple. Like every time I pay for something, they want my postal code. Do you think I can remember my postal code? No – I have to pull my darn drivers license out every time. Ugh. I’m gonna start making it up. ha.

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