My name is relatively common. There are a lot of Boomers, you know.
When I banged up my knee, the ortho doc had 3 or 4 of me in his database.
(I think he probably still remembers which one I am though because my knees are extremely ticklish. Laughter is contagious, of course. And during the exam he ended up laughing hysterically, too. His nurse came into the room to see what in the heck I was doing to him. And guess what. She started laughing with us. When I had to have fluid removed from that knee -- some of you know probably about that huge square needle they use for that -- my laughter from my knee being touched was interspersed with my spouting out bad words to let him know how it felt. I think the poor guy thought I needed another kind of doc at that point.)
But I digress.
Anyway, I always double check my name and info in any database to make sure it is me. I found a crossed wire in my medical records at my primary care doc's office. The record showed that I was taking mads that I was not. There was another time when I received someone else's notice of bad results on a test. I got all this straightened out, until next time, of course. And I also put one of those lock things on the credit report and I keep my fingers crossed. You have to figure that those out there, wherever in the world they are, entering our data, are bound to screw up sometimes. And it could end up a real nightmare, especially considering that the info has a way of migrating from database to database.
Sandy, I hope your friend can find the right people to help her straighten this mess out.
Boomer
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