So, I called Dr. Wizard of Oz Dentist's office today - for the second morning in a row I got their voicemail...you know, the one that says 'we are on the other line, please leave a message and someone will get back to you.'
Yea, right. I know they have caller id, because back on 7/2 his secretary picked up the phone without saying hello and said 'Hi Mrs...' I don't blame these receptionists, or the secretary. How can you look someone in the eye, or keep getting the same phone call from some desperate mom for her child with some sad syndrome that is making all his teeth fall out?
So, I left a message. Told them the 3 questions I need answered:
1) What do I do about his teeth? Dentures? Implants? Or do we just wait for all of them to fall out before we do anything?
2) What test to order for the enzyme, so I can work with his pediatrician to get it ordered.
3) Kindly provide me the names of the people you want me to see, so I can make appointments
The worst part...I totally started crying. How could I not? I'm crying now...this is the worst. There was so much promise that I saw for potential answers, there is still so much of a need for something to get done, and yet again...nothing. Nothing. Nothing.
Are we too difficult of a case? Are we too nice, like Dr. Oz kept telling us?
He was supposed to call on 7/18. I hadn't heard from him. I called Monday 7/23, Tuesday 7/24, and today, Wednesday 7/25.
Our first meeting was 5/5. It's been almost 2 months with no progress. How can someone not get depressed dealing with crap like this?
I know, I know, I know. It could be worse. Yes, it can always be worse. But truthfully, we don't know what is going on...so how do I not know the worst is yet to come? I think I'm justified to shed a few tears and be frustrated here...so I'm going to let myself feel it & cry a bit.
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