(((( jinnyann ))))

Thanks so much. It has been one hell of a week. This is how the week ended yesterday.

A staff member (not sure of her title) comes into the waiting room and a woman asks her when will she be seeing the Dr. This worker says. "Well, they are having some struggle with the patient that's in front of you. When I opened the door, I had six sets of eyes glare at me, 'Dr. so-and-so is busy' and when I looked at the Dr. he was clearly flustered. There was a lot of activity."

Well, I knew it was my mother she was talking about because I'd been there all week and knew the schedule. My heart sunk at first, then my PTSD kicked in, causing my heart to pound on my throat and demand to be let out.

I said, as calm and in control as I could, "Could you tell me more about what type of struggle they're having because 'that patient' happens to be my mother."

In the long run it turned out to be a computer glitch and the Dr couldn't pull up a report. But I was mad! I thought that was totally unprofessional of her.

PS I realized I put the wrong link in my post above so if anyone wants to know what a Myeloproliferative Disorder is you can see it HERE