life and puppies

I have no idea what in the hell is going on. This morning, I got a ridiculously chipper call from Jennifer that a specialty scheduler would be calling me to schedule my tests. I asked her when she thought this special call would come. She said she imagined that it’d be today, but she couldn’t be sure. Sure. I waited. And waited. And waited.

Finally, just a few short moments ago, I steeled myself and called my doctor’s office. I said that while I didn’t know whom I should be talking to about this insanity, I’d been waiting to have tests scheduled for some time and I’d really like to get moving on it. She asked my name and date of birth and then … guess what? She transferred me to neurology and a very competent woman quickly took charge. She got two more people on the phone and within about one minute my EEG was scheduled (May 27) and my follow-up neurology appointment was scheduled, as well (June 3). I have to wait until maybe Monday to get an MRI appointment (something about something that I didn’t understand), but I have more faith in the unknown woman who said that she would call me back about it than I have had in any of these voices on the other end of the phone in sometime.

So, there you have it. Just. Keep. Calling. And calling. And calling.

UPDATE: And then, just because the story has to keep going, the Specialty Scheduler just called and offered me the May 27 appointment for the EEG. When I told her that I had already taken that one, she said, “Oh, they called you!” Uh, no. Definitely not. When she asked if I needed anything else from her, I said, “Well, I think I still need an MRI appointment.” Her response? “Someone else will be calling you about that.”