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An Alexander Day
This past week has been a blur. Punk hasn't been sleeping well and we're not sure of the cause. It's one of those things where you have to wait until it's over to tell - is she going to pop a tooth (she has several just waiting to burst)? is she going to get sick (I bring home germs all the time)? is it some hot development action (she's really starting to think about walking)? I guess we'll know when A, B, or C happens. Either way, she went from going down easily at 7 and not making a peep until 4am at a minimum to going down easily at 7 and crying somewhere around 10pm and absolutely refusing to sleep alone, being totally restless in the bed (lots of flipping and flopping and kicking and waking up), and waking up hellishly early. Going to work has been HARD.
And then yesterday I had the day from hell which involved waiting for the Ver.izon people to install the phone and DSL and the Direc.TV people to install the TV (switched bundles from the cable to the phone company to save money), finding out the TV people would be late which means I missed my appointment for blood work, finding out when the TV People finally came that we can't get dish TV because our trees are too high, making a million calls to figure out how to still save money since the phone/internet got switched but the TV didn't, going to the most useless doctor appointment ever, getting a call from my boss with really annoying news, getting a call from the lawyer about the adoption that now, after all of this time, they realized that they need a copy of my divorce decree from 2002, and on and on and on. It was just a major comedy of errors, but without the comedy.
As for the doctor appointment, I went in to the doc three weeks ago for a physical and they were running so far behind that after waiting for over an hour, I stayed with the doc for five minutes and told her I had to go to work. So she said I could come back in really soon to finish up, only "really soon" meant three weeks (and I had to fight for that, originally they gave me an appointment 5 weeks out). We were supposed to talk about getting back on metformin and I told her I wanted to talk about depression stuff, and that was why she said I would get an appointment right away. Well I showed up yesterday and not only did I not get a prescription for metformin (because she wants me to do a freaking fasting GTT first - WTF?), she forgot that I came in for depression. I even asked her, "So, is there anything else to talk about?" because frankly I didn't have the energy to bring it up again after the bad day and HELLO - something to document, you know? And she said, "No, I don't think so, that's all I had except for you to get a pelvic ultrasound which you declined." (She seems hellbent on my "proving" my PCOS diagnosis.) So I left with nothing but a lab slip that I could have picked up without waiting three weeks for an appointment. I'm trying to decide if I want to send the practice a letter saying, "Hey, I came into my physical wanting to talk about depression and PPD and stuff and I was left to wait in an exam room for so long that I had to leave for work, and nothing was documented even though I filled out one of those "current health" survey things and even mentioned it at the appointment, and I was told I could get in right away so we could talk about the depression but in actuality I had to wait 3 weeks to get back in and by the time I got there, she had forgotten about my depression and just wanted me to get a fasting GTT which I will need to find child care for." Or maybe I just won't even bother. I mean, that's the nature of depression, right?
Argh.
And then yesterday I had the day from hell which involved waiting for the Ver.izon people to install the phone and DSL and the Direc.TV people to install the TV (switched bundles from the cable to the phone company to save money), finding out the TV people would be late which means I missed my appointment for blood work, finding out when the TV People finally came that we can't get dish TV because our trees are too high, making a million calls to figure out how to still save money since the phone/internet got switched but the TV didn't, going to the most useless doctor appointment ever, getting a call from my boss with really annoying news, getting a call from the lawyer about the adoption that now, after all of this time, they realized that they need a copy of my divorce decree from 2002, and on and on and on. It was just a major comedy of errors, but without the comedy.
As for the doctor appointment, I went in to the doc three weeks ago for a physical and they were running so far behind that after waiting for over an hour, I stayed with the doc for five minutes and told her I had to go to work. So she said I could come back in really soon to finish up, only "really soon" meant three weeks (and I had to fight for that, originally they gave me an appointment 5 weeks out). We were supposed to talk about getting back on metformin and I told her I wanted to talk about depression stuff, and that was why she said I would get an appointment right away. Well I showed up yesterday and not only did I not get a prescription for metformin (because she wants me to do a freaking fasting GTT first - WTF?), she forgot that I came in for depression. I even asked her, "So, is there anything else to talk about?" because frankly I didn't have the energy to bring it up again after the bad day and HELLO - something to document, you know? And she said, "No, I don't think so, that's all I had except for you to get a pelvic ultrasound which you declined." (She seems hellbent on my "proving" my PCOS diagnosis.) So I left with nothing but a lab slip that I could have picked up without waiting three weeks for an appointment. I'm trying to decide if I want to send the practice a letter saying, "Hey, I came into my physical wanting to talk about depression and PPD and stuff and I was left to wait in an exam room for so long that I had to leave for work, and nothing was documented even though I filled out one of those "current health" survey things and even mentioned it at the appointment, and I was told I could get in right away so we could talk about the depression but in actuality I had to wait 3 weeks to get back in and by the time I got there, she had forgotten about my depression and just wanted me to get a fasting GTT which I will need to find child care for." Or maybe I just won't even bother. I mean, that's the nature of depression, right?
Argh.