and it’s not helping today…
99% of the time, doctors get major preferential treatment. When you call a doctor’s office, or the hospital, or the lab, and identify yourself as Doctor so-and-so, you usually get to talk to a real person who can make a real decision right away. If they have to put you on hold, they apologize at least three times.
Today I’m still waiting. The D word isn’t helping. The surgeon has decided that the oncologist has to help figure out what sort of serious mystery bacterial infection I have hiding somewhere, and so now I’m waiting for HIM to call me.
Lesson learned: If I am this worried and frustrated, I can only imagine what it must be like for people who can’t “use the D word”….
Oh, another lesson learned: Friends are amazingly valuable when one child needs to be at the other side of town while I’m feeling bad and waiting for the phone (again). Taking a nap with George was much better for my physical and mental health than driving Sam to Covenant Day… Thanks, Sara!
I PROMISE I’ll post as soon as I have any clue about the plan. No, make that, “I’ll post right after I call my mom” … I think she’s worrying, too.