Monday morning, I sat on the couch after getting the kids some breakfast. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and saw that I had missed a call. There was a voice mail message so I listened to it.
“Hello. This message is for Keith. This is ______, from Dr. _______’s office. If you could please call us back as soon as you get this message at (phone number). It’s concerning your test results. Thank you.”
Here is where my almost heart attack happened. The doctor’s office who called was my urologist. He’s the one who performed my vasectomy. I started to freak out a bit because after I had dropped off my “specimen” I was told I would have results in about a week as to whether or not the vasectomy was a success.
10 days after the drop off, I hadn’t heard anything, so I called the office. The called me back the day after and told me that everything was a success. So just what where they calling to tell me?!?!
I’m not going to lie, the fact that the office was calling and it was “concerning your test results” had my heart racing. Sam heard the message, too, and she was a bit freaked out too.
Office: (Ring) “Dr. _____’s office, this is ______.”
Me: Hello, I am returning your call. They said it was about my results.
Office: Oh, yes. Did you get your results?
Me: Well, I thought I had. Someone called me about 10 days after I dropped things off and told me that everything looked good. Things still look good, right?
Office: Oh, yes. Dr. ______’s assistant is no longer with the office and we weren’t sure who she called with results and who she didn’t call. We’re just making sure everyone that was supposed to get a call, does get one.
Me: Oh thank goodness. I was starting to wonder if I was given the wrong results.
Office: Oh, no. You are fine. Sorry to worry you.