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MISCELLANEOUS
Webcam

No Time To Say Hello! Goodbye!

I have absoultely no clue why I have had the last three appointments with Dr. O except I have a sneaking suspicion he likes to charge the insurance company, and me for that matter, a lot of money for three minutes of "Hello, you are fine, Goodbye." He could freaking call me for that.

It is a lot of crap to go through to get three children washed, combed, fed and ready, into the car, seat belted, driven through traffic to the hospital on time and without anyone blacking anyone elses eye, back out of the car, across the parking lot, past the fountain that makes them all deaf to my pleading to hurry up and get on the elevator, fighting over who gets to push the buttons, then up and out of the elevator, into the potty at least once or twice, to the drinking fountain, to the check-in desk, then in the waiting room seats for half an hour or more, then waiting for a year in an examining room, and finally getting them to be quiet and sit still long enough for him to actually talk to me. Then I have to get them out of the winding halls of the doctor's office, then for more drinks, then back down the elevator while they are fighting over who is going to push the buttons all the way, once more past the water fountain which seems to mezmorize them into stupidity so they don't follow directions, get their hands all held together again to trek back across the parking lot, fight them into seat belts and car seat and then fight traffic to get back home again. I need a nap by the time I get done with the whole thing.

He hasn't even listened to me breathe or anything the last three times. Still, he insists on setting appointments for me to come back to see him. It can't be because I bring the kids with me. If that were the case he would have stopped making appointments with me a long time ago. Today was the first time that he didn't. Instead, he gave me a copy of the CT Scan results that say I don't have anymore pulmonary emboli, congratulated me and told me to frame it and hang it on my wall.

This is yet another milestone that puts me closer to The Big Day. He said that he has informed Dr. W (colorectal surgeon) that I am free and clear for surgery. That I am to wear the ambulatory cuffs and have plenty of heprin shots after the surgery. And then sent me on my way.

There. One more specialist I can mark off my list. At least for now. I wonder if I will see him again. I guess I should have said thank you while I had the chance.

Posted by gwendolyn on February 25, 2003 at 05:48 PM