I was planning on posting an archive today, but something just punched me in the gut. I dyed my hair “Intense Dark Red”, by the way.
It’s brighter in person.
You may recall that last Monday was my triple doctor day. My first appointment was a follow-up on why I’m peeing like crazy and coughing up a lung whenever I eat. The doc put me on antibiotics just in case the urinalysis her ordered that day showed it was a bladder infection. I asked him, “will you call me when the test results come back?” and he told me “only if there is an abnormality. Otherwise we will send you a letter”.
I got a call from my doctor’s nurse today.
I wasn’t expecting it. I answered the phone and she said “hi, this is X calling from Dr. Hart’s office. He would like to schedule an appointment with you to follow-up on your test results”.
Now, when I had called to check on my blood sugar tests from the first doctor appointment, the nurse stated over the phone they were not allowed to give test results over the phone-that the doctor would either call you or send you a letter-that’s how I knew something was wrong when the nurse called me. I said to the nurse on the phone today, “well, um, I know you’re not allowed to give me test results over the phone, but I’m assuming that if you’re calling me and not sending me a letter, something isn’t right with the results?”
“That is correct”.
She schedules me for an appointment next Wednesday. I’m kind of in shock as we’re talking, so I don’t realize that I have to sit on this news for eight days, but my grab-life-by-the-balls mom does when I freak out and tell her about the phone call.
“What? NO. You call them back FIRST thing in the morning and you tell them you need to be fit in NOW.”
I’m pretty level-headed when it comes to professionals. I know that nurses are just doing their jobs, and I try and kill them with kindness when I really feel the push to get something done.
My mom-not so much (but damn, does she get results!)
“If you don’t call them tomorrow, I WILL!!!”
Here’s what my mom and J told me to try and assuage my fears: If it was something really bad, they would have fit me in right away. But what if the nurse was just doing her job and all the doctor told her was “I need to see Hed right away”, and she just looked for the next available appointment? That’s what I’m worried about.
I’m here racking my brain trying to figure out what results would warrant a follow-up that wasn’t ASAP. I mean, if I had a bladder infection, the doctor was already proactive and prescribed me antibiotics…why would he need to see me to say “hey you really did have a bladder infection-but it should have cleared up by now-have a nice day!”
I know there is nothing I can do but wait. That sucks ass. On a lighter note, I hate my mom. I said "wouldn't it be weird if I found out my stomach had some big tumor in it and I wasn't fat, it was just a tumor?" and she says, "well, what about your ass?"
OOH BURN. Thanks mom…