.by Anura Guruge
Notice anything strange
about this flyer we got from Huggins Hospital
It was actually very timely. Deanna had had a physical at Dartmouth-Hitchcock (Concord) on Thursday and had been told to get a mammogram. She was thinking about getting it done at Concord Hospital when this flyer came.
I have never forgiven Huggins Hospital for the grief it caused me through its FALSE PSA reporting.
But, Huggins is our nearest hospital and we use it when we have to.
Something is not right at Huggins — of late.
We were there, in the Emergency Room (ER), a few weeks ago, crack-of-dawn, i.e., 8:30 am, on a Monday. Over the weekend Teischan managed to fall off a stationary skateboard and hurt her foot. Though it was slightly swollen I was sure that there were no broken bones. That is one of the many advantages of having played rugby, in school, in Britain, in the early 1970s. IF you yourself didn’t break anything, you were still likely to see at least one broken bone injury a game. So you get fairly expert at spotting broken bones. I do have an enviable diagnostic record in this respect. But, despite my assurances Deanna was not convinced. So we took Teischan to Huggins ER on Monday.
The ER was deserted. No patients. Just one rather bemused volunteer and two frumpy receptionists pretending to be busy. Though we were the only ones there it took the receptionists 20 minutes to get around to calling us.
Yes, we had to get an X-ray. So we accompanied Teischan, through multiple automatic doors, to the X-ray room (to call it a department would be a joke). [I was right. Just a strain. Ace bandage, which I had already done.]
The hospital was deserted. Empty. I have seen more activity in Arizona ghosts towns than at Huggins, of late.
Eerily quiet. So there is now this pervasive air of morbidness though the place is SPOTLESSLY clean — probably because they have so few patients.
Yes, we all know that Huggins stopped delivering babies years ago. I can understand that.
But, I heard recently that Huggins no longer has full-time cardiologists! How is that possible?
Wolfeboro, NH, the Oldest Summer Resort in the U.S., outside of Florida, is the Old People’s Capital of the U.S.
And we are not talking just, hoi polloi old folks. We are talking Mittens Romney RICH, very rich old folks with Titanium health policies.
The new building looks a million dollars — and I know it costs much, much more.
But, the place is empty.
And then this flyer. [I know. You thought I forgot.]
So did you spot the incongruity?
There is NO PHONE NUMBER.
Just the Web URL.
Yes, it tells you to call your primary care provider to schedule an appointment, BUT is Huggins that ashamed of itself, and I can understand if they were, after how they screwed up my PSA, that they are too embarrassed to give out their phone number?