French Word of the Day: incommode (awn-co-mode)- inconvenient
Because (clearly) I’m trying to use all my vacation days for 2013 before the end of January, I had another doctor’s appointment today.
My chemo sessions are going to be a bit longer than I thought. They’re a 6 hour affair. Why do they need 6 hours? That’s a good question. I’m guessing they’re taking me to a musical as part of the treatment. Everyone gets some chemo at intermission. (Sidenote: do you think my fellow chemo-ers would be receptive to a sing-along? I think I should bring my guitar.)
The sessions will start either February 6th (two days after my birthday- happy birthday to me) or February 13th. As soon as I heard this, I mentioned that I have a Lady Gaga concert on the 13th that I cannot possibly miss because, you know, I have my priorities straight.
I’m convinced that being a health specialist is the best job in the world; they never work. Trying to schedule an appointment generally goes like this:
Patient: Okay, I work Monday through Friday from 8 am- 5 pm, like everyone else in America. Do you have any times available when I’m not at work? Preferably 7 am or a Saturday.
Scheduler: Well, Dr. X only has hours from 2-3 pm on every 3rd Wednesday of every other month.
Patient: Seriously? That’s an hour, not hours. How does this clinic even make money? Do you only see 5 patients in total? I just don’t feel like this is a good business model.
Scheduler: So does next month at 2:45 work for you?
Patient: Not really. I have a huge presentation at work. When’s the next appointment?
Patient: Next month at 2:45 is fine. I can find a different job.
Lupus patients see several doctors at once because our whole body is being attacked. You basically have one doctor per organ, plus your main lupus doctor. I have so many doctors that I constantly forget all their names. This only becomes a problem when one of them has to send a letter to another. (“I’ll let your dermatologist know. What’s her name?” “Um… I should know this…. It starts with a ‘W’? Does that sound right? To be fair, she doesn’t know my name either; she has to look at my chart to figure it out.”)
Trying to organize all these doctors has become a military effort, but I’m up to the task.