Let them eat cake

[...this post hinges on the last blog entry...]

Called the surgeon (Wheeler) who is scheduled to remove Mom's tumor. Their office knew nothing about my mother because a referral had not yet been made.

Called the gastrointerologist's office to find out why the referral had not been made and learned that they were waiting for the report from the biopsy before they made the referral.  The biopsy report usually takes a week to arrive, which is why they instructed us to wait a few days before calling to see the surgeon.

score ===> stupid girl: 1 ... boys: 0 ...  dammit

So, the lady tells me that she will call me back as soon as her office can make the referral to the surgeon.  I ensure that she has our home telephone number and my cell phone number, just to be safe. Before we receive a callback from her, my father's short impatience has reached an end and he demands, in heated tones, that I call back and find out what is happening. The lady at the doctor's office said she had not forgotten her promise to call me back when the matter had been resolved. Her demeanor is professional, but I do hear an exasperated undertone in her voice and feel guilty that I followed my father's orders.  I apologize to her and hang up to wait for the call.

score ===> stupid girl: 2 ... boys: 0 ... goddammit

Finally, we receive a call before the afternoon is out that Mom has her referral, and the surgeon has agreed to talk to us even though they don't have the biopsy report yet.  We are to have her at the surgeon's office in the morning at 10:30 am.



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