I get a message from B this morning - my endo's office called to say I needed to reschedule my May 23rd appointment. This is upsetting, since I've timed my previous batch of bloodwork to that May 23rd appointment, since I'd made that appointment two months ago, and since B and I have to juggle our oh-so-carefully planned childcare arrangements for such things.
So I called. And was told I'd be given her next available appointment...on July 23rd. I gritted my teeth to keep from completely losing it, and had the following stellar exchange:
me: Wait, what? Two months? I have to wait another two months? How exactly did this happen?
lady: Well, you see the doctor, not her fellow, right?
me: Yes. I see my doctor.
(And I should get an Oscar for acting so calm at THAT question.)
lady: I scheduled you for her fellow. I need to give you an appointment with the doctor.
me: So let me get this straight. I called for an appointment TWO MONTHS AGO for an appointment with my doctor, I was scheduled to see her fellow instead, and now I have to wait TWO MORE MONTHS to see her?
lady: Yes. But I could add you to her waiting list!
me: That sucks.
It's bad enough that we have to wait so long for appointments with specialists. Hell, it's bad enough that we all even NEED specialists. But this? This is a pile of bullcrap. I was being responsible. I was trying to get a firmer grip on the reins, to get everything buttoned up and back on track. And now I'm getting penalized for some stupid mistake by their office staff. It's like the cosmos is trying to flip me the bird.
Plus it's cold and raining out. Screw you, Wednesday.