Going to the doctor can be hassle enough. Especially when the receptionist is on a power trip. Just because you’re wearing scrubs doesn’t give you the right to be a bitch, Bitch. It would be awful to wake up tomorrow with a tongue depressor where your eye should be, wouldn’t it? (The previous scenarios is purely hypothetical, of course.)
To get a coveted appointment, we used to have to through an automated system of English vs. Spanish, pressing “1” for appointments, “3” for directions, or “7” for today’s winning lottery numbers, only to end up on hold for another 15 minutes to finally get through to a “human.” The good news, though, sometimes the wait was so long our illnesses cured themselves.
Well now, getting an appointment with one of more than 3.1 million doctors and dentists in the nation just got a whole lot easier. ZocDoc is an easy-to-use booking system for just about anything that ails ya. It’s quick, convenient, and perfect for us to find a doc based solely on his photo. Cute ones, front of the line!
On the site, you simply select the type of doctor you want, enter your zip code and designate your specific insurance plan. Then faster than you can say, “Turn your head and cough,” you’ve got a list of docs and their star ratings based on patient feedback and reviews. Immediately, you’ll see the upcoming week’s availability and a couple clicks later, you’re all set.
ZocDoc is currently serving Chicago, Dallas, Los Angeles, New York, San Francisco and Washington, DC, via its web site and iPhone app (Android app coming soon). More cities will continue to be added, too.
It only takes a few minutes to create an account and an Advanced Search feature lets you look for specific doctors by name, too, if you already know which one you’d like to see. Plus, we’ve already checked and several of our favorite gay doctors and dentists are in the system.
The service is free, which is great considering a single Tylenol might be 15 bucks.
Now if only the doctors stay on schedule so we don’t have to wait in the lobby with 13 coughing children and a Highlights Magazine from 2006 to keep us company, we’ll be forever grateful. And require far less rage therapy later.