It’s been rough going today. I had problems scheduling my appointment with the plastic surgeon today. *beats head on laptop* When I left Dr. Hughes’ office yesterday she made me promise to go to my appointment with Dr. Matthews on Monday. I left with the instruction that Dr. Matthews’ office would call with my appointment time. We waited all day yesterday and then at 10am this morning I called her office to find out what time I’m scheduled for. The first time the office transferred me back to Sandra, Dr. Matthews’ secretary. The phone rang 10+ times with no answer or voicemail so I hung up and waited some more.
At 2pm I called back and was again switched back to Dr. Matthews’ secretary. This time a woman named Dorothy picked up the phone. She didn’t know anything about me and so she put me on hold. About 10 minutes in to holding I called back AGAIN on our home phone. I was switched back to a woman named Natasha she too knew nothing about me. She told me she’d have Sandra call me back when she got back from lunch. Finally some time before 3pm Sandra called back, she too didn’t know anything about my emergency appointment. *beats head on desk* *screams*
If I’m to be honest here and I do try to be, I’m not feeling emotionally able to handle another surgery. Dr. Hughes and Dr. Turtz seemed to think the sky is falling and that I must be treated right away. I imagine myself having surgery by the end of next week. I’m really depressed and really anxious and the nonsense surrounding trying to find out what time my appointment is on Monday so Chuck could make arrangements at work didn’t make things any easier. I just don’t understand. Dr. Hughes and Dr. Turtz were hair on fire upset yesterday. They e-mailed Dr. Matthews pictures of my head. They told me they’d talked to Dr. Matthews and that her office was going to call me to inform me of the time for Monday. But when it came down to it nothing was done. No one knew anything. It would have been much easier to have me call Dr. Matthews’s office yesterday and make an appointment on my own rather than the chaos and upset causing chase to find out about an appointment NO ONE knew about. The logistics of having cancer and being sick are going to be the death of me. *shakes head* These are people who we trust our lives to and they and their offices don’t seem to be able to handle the logistics of patient scheduling. ARGH!
I don’t feel strong enough or able enough to have yet another surgery so I’m honestly not sure what to do about it. The rational adult in me knows I need it. The bone weary exhausted (former) cancer patient in me doesn’t have it in her to go another round. I had a really bad freak out on the way to the hospital the day of my last skin graft in March I may need to talk to someone about managing my stressfulness and anxiety because right now I honestly don’t feel able to have another surgery.
It’s been a very long day today so I’m going to end my rambling here. Thanks for being out there, thanks for reading, thank you all for stopping by every day. I love you all.
~ Carol Anne