One detail I discovered during my first IVF cycle, is that my RE uses the facility at XYZ Fertility Center for retrievals and transfers. I developed a certain distain for XYZ as they run really annoying radio ads. My RE vouched for the quality of their embryologists and their lab, but noted that he personally disagrees with some of the business practices at XYZ. I was really tempted to ask him to go into detail, but I figured it probably wasn't germane to our conversation. I quickly revealed my resentment that they give the impression that the RE will be delivering the baby, and scored a rare burst of laughter from Dr Somebody that I Used to Know.
Recently I received a letter with XYZ Fertility Center's logo in the return address. Fearing it could be a bill, I tore into the envelope immediately. It was an invitation to participate in a survey. If I submitted my responses within 30 days, I could receive a $5 Starbucks gift card. Although I'm not sure if you can get anything at Starbucks for 5 bucks, I decided to take a look through the survey. Allegedly, I was selected at random; which I believe as a lot of the questions seem to presume that I was an established regular patient at XYZ. I started filling in the Not Applicable (N/A) bubbles for inquiries about appointment scheduling. Then the survey asked about 'appearance of the waiting room'. Seriously? The waiting room has a breathtaking view overlooking the bay. Are they just bragging?
I gave high marks to the nurse who took care of me, as she was very sweet, and I issued good scores to the anesthesiologist as he didn't freak out over my blood pressure. The changing area and lockers met my satisfaction, as did the recovery space. I considered grading the surgical suite as N/A as I don't remember it too well, which I suppose reflects the good work of the anesthesiologist. I started to wonder if they would ask about... yup, that was the next section. The Gentleman's Room. Way to try to dignify it. They asked questions about the selection of pornographic materials and there was a space where your could write in comments. Husband noted that he'd have to reply N/A as he brings his own porn courtesy of his iPhone. We enjoyed a good laugh, but then reflected on the fact that this is someone's actual job to sort through the responses. Husband recalled his surprise upon the discovery that there was hard core porn available at my RE's office. He figured it would be more of the Channel Five porn variety. While we were at University in the UK, Channel Five was a new and low budget network that featured some shows with really poorly simulated sex scenes. We figured it's probably the librarian resembling, grandmother aged office manager at my RE's office who orders their materials. As she is probably the most outwardly caring person in the clinic; Husband reckons she'd be willing to lend a hand to a gentleman requiring assistance.
There were a few lines at the end of the survey for additional comments. My pen hovered as I contemplated sharing my thoughts about the radio advertisements. Then I remembered, if you don't have anything nice to say...