It's a go...

So, I got a call today from my doc's assistant. She said that "it's a go" on my appointment. She said that when I call to make the appointment to tell them that my doc spoke directly with the specialist and he agreed to review my case as well as Noah's. I said, "Thank you. Now, will there also be a piece of paper in her hands that says that same information because the lady I spoke with was a piece of work?" "Did you talk to so and so?" "I don't know who it was but she started asking me what I had..." "Okay, I will call their office right now and let them know that Dr. B has already agreed to the appointment and not to give you the run around."


So, now I'm going to call records at TCH Denver and have them sent over to Dr. Infectious Disease man and we'll go from there. And so the saga continues...I'm actually excited to be in contact with the hospital. I cannot state enough how much we miss Noah's nurses, RT's, some of the docs and the staff there.

News flash...the receptionist at Dr. B's office just called, really sweet and sappy this time, calling to schedule an appointment for me. I said that I needed to have my son's records transferred first for his review prior to my scheduling the appointment. She said inquisitively, "Dr. B is seeing you but is going to be reviewing your son's records?" I said very calmly, "My son died. His stool killed mice at the CDC..." (Then, in my head thinking, I DON'T NEED TO TELL THIS LADY JACK SQUAT!) I proceeded very calmly, "I'm sorry. I realize this is not information I need to share with you but the doctor. Anyway, I will call you guys back once I call Children's and find out how long those records will take to transfer." (I said that matter of factly, not rudely, but more like I was burdening her with more info than she wanted, anyway.) She said, "Here's our fax number...Why don't I call you once he's reviewed them in case it takes a while?" "That's fine. Thank you." Click.