08-8-2009 - Where is the empathy

My mood while writing this blog: confused, irritated and generally pissy

So the doc told me on Monday that we needed to get my numbers in order to determine where I was and if I was indeed having a miscarriage although he was 98% certain that I am not. He told me to have my quant count done on Tuesday and he'll call me on Wednesday with the result. I called the office Wednesday in the am to just find out when the doc usually makes his calls. I worked that nite and needed to go to sleep, but I didnt want to miss his call. I was told that they understood my situation but couldnt give me a time. Fine. I can be okay with that. So wednesday came and went- no phone call. Thursday am I called back. Got a nurse this time and she told me that my labs were back but the lab did the wrong test. She said they reordered the test and should have the numers to me that afternoon or at the latest Fri morning. OK. Again, fine. But why didnt they just tell me that and let me know something. So I wait. Thursday goes by and now, Fri morning is here. I wait til 1030 to call- I would hate to seem like the impatient one and I know he has other patients that take precedence. I dont think I'm unreasonable. So I called. Guess who is closed on Fridays! So now I have to wait til Monday to find out about a lab test done on Tuesday and that I could have had done twice over by now. Just griping! Probably, but dammit, this is serious to me. My life has been on a standstill since this has happened. I need to know either way whats going on, and no one seems to give a damn enough to let me know. And these are the people I'm entrusting to take care of me and my- hopefully- unborn child?

Update- today is Monday, I called the MD and asked them what the hell was going on with my labs- (okay I didnt say hell, flies with honey, right). I again was told that the labs were on the desk right in front of the secretary and that there was a note on it for them to call me ASAP. RIIIIIIIIIIGHT! She told me that the lab just came in this morning- RIIIIIIIGHT! and that someone would call me back today- I PROMISE!!!! RIIIIIIIGHT! My sarcasm seems to be correct, because as the day came and went, still no f-ing phone call! SO, tomorrow, I will be taking my rather large rear end to my doctors office and give them a one dollar bill (the price they charge per page when you request medical records) and get my own stupid numbers. If they wont give them up, I will sign my rather large rear end in and wait all day if needed until I see my MD and let him know about his office policies. And then I'll get my numbers! So either way, I'll know what the hay is going on by tomorrow!