Memory Pain

We were promised jet packs. I'd settle for medical memory cards. After a doctor insisted I immediately get poked, probed and scanned two weeks ago (incidentally, I have yet to learn of the results of that supposedly urgent testing), I filled out five identical sets of forms at five different offices. Ridiculous! Why, in 2010, isn't this data digitized? Don't tell me it's about security. I sat in one waiting room as clerks asked patients to call out their social security numbers.