I mentioned in my last post the terrific health insurance my husband’s employer provides us. My husband works at a major medical center in Pennsylvania and so as long as we go to a physician within the network we have no out-of-pocket expenses.

I’m going to repeat that (I like to write it): We have no out-of-pocket expenses.

So I’m a middle-aged woman in the middle of the health care candy store.

I’ve made dental appointments. I’ve made eye doc appointments. And I’ve made an annual physical appointment for myself, an appointment that is long overdue.

I went to the first part of the appointment last week.

You read correctly – the first part of the appointment.

The physician I chose has a practice far from the medical center but close to our home, yet I’m slightly regretting my decision, for my new general practitioner first wanted to see me, have a little chat, have a little "getting to know you" one-on-one before she performed the actual physical. She also scheduled me for a mammogram (at a nearby facility), and some blood to be taken (also at a different nearby facility) so that she’d have the results back in time for the real physical appointment two weeks from our first.

So I’ve been a road warrior of sorts, driving hither and thither going to my appointments to be pricked in the arm (blood work) and smushed in the breasts (mammogram).

But, I keep telling myself, We have. No. Out-of-pocket. Expenses.

And I like my new doc. We laughed. We showed each other pictures of our kids. We bonded.

And the mammogram facility gave me my results while I waited. Nothing suspicious said hi on the X-ray.

It was a good day.

Except.

EACH place asked me to fill out a form. Many forms. Address. Age. Social Security Number. Health Insurance name and number. And, since he’s the one carrying the insurance through his employer, my husband’s name, birthdate, SSN. The same damn information each and every time.

It didn’t matter that I had the printout of my personal health record with me. It meant nothing to these medical offices. Nothing.

Yet it wasn’t a total loss. I had everything with me, neat and tidy. I could copy it from my PHR printout to the office’s form. Easy.

But if these offices had been connected electronically — if they had had an electronic medical record system – it would have been better.