I love Ryan stories.
Grr. TCG's doctor's office is completely unhelpful lately. After our appointment the other day we went there to leave a message for his doctor that he needed to switch one of his meds because the fertility specialist thought that it might be making getting pregnant more difficult for me. The secretary we spoke to called back that night wanting more information for the doctor. I explained everything to her very carefully, and then today we get a call that sure he can go off his meds temporarily. No, not what we said at all; he needs a new prescription for a different class of drug, not to go off needed medicine altogether.
Oh askye, if only my doctor was as responsive as yours! Thank goodness he is that responsive, bless him. I hope everything moves forward swiftly and with perfect effect.
I, on the other hand, can't seem to get my doctor to do the simplest thing. _I_ had to get the test results resent to his office because, apparently, no one there can either make a phone call or read a fax.
Then, today, I spoke to him at 9:10 at which time, he promised to send the prescription...that I have been waiting for a month...in to the one pharmacy that carries it, by noon.
I called at 2pm...no prescription. I called the doctor back and his nurse talks to him over her shoulder. He LIES and says that he told me he would call the prescription in by this evening. She's snotty. I give up.
It's 6:37, his office has been closed for an hour and a half. Guess what? NO PRESCRIPTION.
I swear to god, if I get an infection again because it takes this clown 14 effing days to call in a simple prescription, I don't know what I'll do.
I wish so many of you could have my doctor. She is great, responsive, informative, and very nice. I had her check my iron level when I was in there yesterday with K-Bug, just awaiting results.
Karate was good today. We spent 30 minutes going over knife defense techniques. I suck at wrist locks. They are great fun when they work.
In all the yay my pdoc is awesome! I find that the dr's office for my urologist is not so much.
I just received a bill for a copay. From August. I don't know why they didn't have me pay it in August or why it took five months to send the bill but I'll have to send that out. It's not a big deal but you think they could have sent it sooner.
So back a ways I created a facebook profile for my fictional musician for victor's thing, (in which I then utterly failed to participate) and facebook has been emailing me every day to ask me if I know this one particular guy. And I was all, she's fictional. She doesn't know anybody! So today I finally log on to see if I can calm it down.
And the guy? Is a drummer, who works for one of the mission agencies that I have distant links with.
Which I find, really, deeply weird. If she weren't fictional, she totally could know this guy. And maybe hire him for her band. Which is fictional.
This is a new one -- one of the dog adoption applications, which has about 50 questions, asks if I use air freshener in my home. (I'm not applying there. Looks like way too much of a pain for a place that will probably reject me, since at least six of those 50 questions are variations on "Will this dog ever be home alone?")
Hil, I've read a few articles about how difficult rescues make it to adopt dogs.
Do some places seriously think that a person is going to be with their dog 24/7? People aren't even with their kids 24/7!
but the way the GPS took me did not pass a Dunkin Donuts. I thought that was a statistical impossibility.
Is that even possible in this neck of the woods? Seriously, I pass three of them in my 15 minute drive to work.
Last night he told us that he was a caterpillar, and his sleeping bag was his chrysalis. This morning we found a little butterfly boy (who, unfortunately, had wet his chrysalis). I think his childcare staff could be in for an interesting day today.
Awww, Ryan.
I send everyone who needs it healing~ma and doctor~ma.
I hate it when I catch up just in time to go to bed and not really post. G'night, Bitches.
