I’m glad it’s Friday. I’m off work. I’m in serious need of a weekend.
So…remember when I said I could schedule a bunch of testing this month as soon as my period started? (Okay, I may have only said that somewhere in a comment, so if you didn’t know that, no biggie.) I had called my RE’s office a couple of weeks ago because I figured the testing would be cycle-dependent, and I wanted to know what was happening well before CD1. The person I talked to (I thought her name was Melinda, and I thought she was a nurse…??) said that all I had to do was call back on CD1 and everything could be scheduled–bloodowork, hysteroscopy, and hysterosalpingogram (HSG), since Dr. C had already said I should get all of that testing done, even though it was a while ago.
CD1 was Wednesday. I called his office and pressed 1 for the nurse line (as instructed by what’s-her-name), only to have to leave a message, rather than talk to an actual person. Shortly thereafter, I got a call back, not from a nurse, but from someone else in the office. Who proceeds to tell me that there’s no way I can get any testing done since I haven’t seen Dr. C in a year and a half. Huh? I tell her that Nurse Melinda told me something very different, and she says, “Well, we do have someone here named Melinda, but she’s not a nurse.” So a couple of holds and another phone call later, she tells me that since they don’t know who I talked to, she checked with Dr. C, and he said it would be fine to do the HSG but then I have to come in to see him and get another ultrasound before any other testing is scheduled. Fun.
So I go ahead and schedule the appointment to see Dr. C, and she gives me the number for the hospital to schedule the HSG. I call, and she says she has no referral and can’t schedule anything without a referral. I tell her I just got off the phone with Dr. C’s office, so maybe it hadn’t been sent in yet. I wait. I call Dr. C’s office again. Sure enough, the referral hadn’t been sent, and from what I gathered when I asked about this, she hadn’t even considered doing it, telling me, “it’s a new regulation.” Great. So glad I called to tell you how to do your job.
Finally get the HSG scheduled. The woman at the hospital asks me if Dr. C’s office had prescribed an antibiotic. Um, no. I make another phone call. This time I’m told the prescription will be ready by the end of the day. I show up at the pharmacy at 4:30, thinking this is close enough to the end of the business day. No prescription, not even in the computer. I figure they got busy and hadn’t called it in yet. Yesterday, I worked late and didn’t go by the pharmacy on my way home. So I go again today. No prescription. Still nothing in the computer. I am livid.
I call Dr. C’s office again. Every time I call, a different person answers the phone. I talk to a nurse. Who assures me she will make sure the prescription is called in today. Good thing I don’t need it until Tuesday. She also went over the instructions for taking it again. (Take it with food but not dairy. Dairy makes it not work so well.) She was nice. And I didn’t write her name down, either. Dammit!