Frustration...
Monday, August 21st, 2006 11:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
auntbijouOh, I don't know whether to laugh or cry. Actually, I'm laughing, laughing semi-hysterically, one, because it IS funny, in an off-hand, from a distance sort of way, and two, because if I don't laugh, I'll bawl my eyes out like a three year old!
Dr. R's nurse called. They got the test results back and EVERYTHING LOOKS FINE! "Are you still having your problems?" she asked sweetly.
I was sitting there with my mouth hanging open and said, "Yes. I've still got a fever (it's over 100 now) and my thyroid is still enlarged. So, yes, I'm still having my 'problems,' so to speak."
She hesitated, then said, "Yes, well, I'll tell the doctors and see what they want to do. I'll call you back."
"Yes, thank you," I said politely, when what I wanted to do was reach through the phone, grab her by the throat and shout, "Why don't you just put him on the phone, dammit??"
I'm rather frustrated with Dr. R. Can you tell? Guess I'd better tell the Beautiful Sister to go ahead and set me up with Dr. H. in Houston. I'm not havin' another near death experience because some doctor feels like I done slapped his pee-pee by questioning his judgement (or lack thereof!).
Excuse me. I think I'll have that cry after all.
Dr. R's nurse called. They got the test results back and EVERYTHING LOOKS FINE! "Are you still having your problems?" she asked sweetly.
I was sitting there with my mouth hanging open and said, "Yes. I've still got a fever (it's over 100 now) and my thyroid is still enlarged. So, yes, I'm still having my 'problems,' so to speak."
She hesitated, then said, "Yes, well, I'll tell the doctors and see what they want to do. I'll call you back."
"Yes, thank you," I said politely, when what I wanted to do was reach through the phone, grab her by the throat and shout, "Why don't you just put him on the phone, dammit??"
I'm rather frustrated with Dr. R. Can you tell? Guess I'd better tell the Beautiful Sister to go ahead and set me up with Dr. H. in Houston. I'm not havin' another near death experience because some doctor feels like I done slapped his pee-pee by questioning his judgement (or lack thereof!).
Excuse me. I think I'll have that cry after all.
