Without this in my purse
and the rhythmic chanting of *knit across, wrap, place marker, turn, purl back...*
I'd be MUCH more upset about the Boybird's doctor appointment with the *specialist*
than I am.
We managed to get the tests scheduled and the medication prescribed,
which was the GOAL of this visit,
but OMG....I am so tired of educating phyicians and getting billed for it,
I could scream.
(Don't worry... I got the screaming out of my system on the circular ride out of the parking deck)
Boybird had TWO advocates in the room,
as well as his own ability to describe his pain
and YET...
*well he is autistic, so some of this is behavioral*
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr....
I won't go into the whole thing, because truthfully I don't want to get all wound up again
and take it out on the unsuspecting technicians who are on their way to service my HVAC
system...but honest to GOD,
our healthcare system is SO screwed up.
I had to essentially do his job, tell him what to prescribe and what tests were needed
and how to read the very detailed charts provided by the staff.
and, oh, by the way,
couldn't this be related to his gall bladder.
blank stare.
I ran through the symptoms and the family history
(which he clearly hadn't read)
oh, yeah, well in another patient.
My son is going to have the ultrasound to rule that out
thank you very much
unless you want to talk to my attorney about malpractice.
He is also going to have the tests for diverticulitis
(since his paternal grandfather had to have a bowel resection for severe diverticulitis....)
ulcer, hiatal hernia...
all the possibilities that I brought up
because they were mentioned by his primary care physician!
They were in the report that he had in his hand that he said he had reviewed and really found nothing
out of the ordinary...
WTF?
A 16lb weight loss in three weeks with an increased calorie and protein load?
Are you KIDDING me?
He had the nerve to ask whether we knew for SURE that he was really eating
everything on the charts.
The lovely young woman who is charge of his group home leaned forward toward him
and said quite firmly that YES. She was ABSOLUTELY sure,
as she sat next to him at dinner, recording the data herself.
I thought she was going to strangle him.
On the way out to the parking lot she said to me...
Did we accomplish anything?
sigh.
Yes. I have half a heel turned on a sock
and we have a months worth of medication and
tests scheduled.
I'm going to go walk my doggies now
and try to relax.
Thanks for letting me vent ;)
Back to our regularly scheduled programming.