Never Ending

Yesterday was frustrating chaos.

My wife and I prepared to go to the ultrasound and then left to go there.  We signed in, and sat in the waiting room for roughly an hour when a clinician came out and told us.

"We are cancelling your ultrasound as it is unnecessary because you had an MRI."

Which is what I had been saying and asking about every damn day since we received the APPOINTMENT for the MRI many, many, many days ago.

So, we went home.  My wife's primary care physician still had not examined the MRI results even though they had been up for a few days already, so I convinced my wife to call and indicate that she NEEDED to have the diagnosis and to have an appointment to figure out what to do.

She called.

A nurse informed her that her primary care physician would not be in until NEXT WEEK some time.

My wife cried.  I blew a gasket.

My wife now is trying to see if she can circumvent the primary care physician and schedule an appointment with an orthopedic specialist (we are not sure if that will be allowed or not).  

I am so frustrated that words cannot even begin to describe my thoughts and mood.  This was yesterday.  I am still as irate as I was feeling yesterday.

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