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Most. Disgusting. Morning. Ever.
Jun. 14th, 2008 07:51 amRubber gloves were involved. Emergency baths were given, much to the Zodling's displeasure. Emergency laundry is being done. I am now drinking my second-to-last caffeine free Dr. Pepper.
Debbie, if you guys could get a twelve-pack or two of caffeine free Dr. Pepper for me and bring it when you come visit, I'd be really grateful. I'll pay you back. The Town & Country in Piedmont is still the only place I've ever seen it sold.
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davner is really good at working through the red tape of military medical care. I didn't even know the Referral Management Office existed. Friday, after I went through a lot of frustration trying to get the Tricare Appt. Line and then the Pediatrics nurse to get me an appt for Mark's ped. that day - or even sometime next week, *please* - he called the RMO again.
A lady named Cherie told him that Dr. Tuft, the ped. GI guy, was coming to our hospital Monday, and she was going to try and get ahold of his office and squeeze Mark in. She promised to call me at home with her results by 4 o'clock, and told Dav to have me call her if she didn't.
Well, she called at 3 pm. She was unable to reach Dr. Tuft, but was going to try again on Monday to see if they could fit us in as a walk-in. If they can't fit us in, she's going to refer us to a civilian GI doctor. Much better than waiting six weeks while my poor little boy's digestive system continues to deteriorate.
Cherie seemed much more pleasant and on the ball than the Tricare people, who claimed we couldn't be seen by Dr. Tuft unless we went to Chesapeake; or the Ped. nurse, who kept asking me questions that either should have been in his chart, or that I'd just answered a couple minutes ago, only to be told that if he develops a fever or seems to be losing weight, take him to an urgent care center, in the meantime, just wait and see and maybe the doctor will get back to me. I can't get too mad at the nurse, though; the ped. clinic is *hugely* short-staffed because of deployments right now. I'm sure she's doing the best she can. But I still like Cherie better.
Today Dav's building the bassinet. We're holding off on the crib, since Jack won't really be using it for a while, but I'm still going to get the boys' room cleaned and possibly decorated this weekend.
Debbie, if you guys could get a twelve-pack or two of caffeine free Dr. Pepper for me and bring it when you come visit, I'd be really grateful. I'll pay you back. The Town & Country in Piedmont is still the only place I've ever seen it sold.
On the upside,
davner is really good at working through the red tape of military medical care. I didn't even know the Referral Management Office existed. Friday, after I went through a lot of frustration trying to get the Tricare Appt. Line and then the Pediatrics nurse to get me an appt for Mark's ped. that day - or even sometime next week, *please* - he called the RMO again. A lady named Cherie told him that Dr. Tuft, the ped. GI guy, was coming to our hospital Monday, and she was going to try and get ahold of his office and squeeze Mark in. She promised to call me at home with her results by 4 o'clock, and told Dav to have me call her if she didn't.
Well, she called at 3 pm. She was unable to reach Dr. Tuft, but was going to try again on Monday to see if they could fit us in as a walk-in. If they can't fit us in, she's going to refer us to a civilian GI doctor. Much better than waiting six weeks while my poor little boy's digestive system continues to deteriorate.
Cherie seemed much more pleasant and on the ball than the Tricare people, who claimed we couldn't be seen by Dr. Tuft unless we went to Chesapeake; or the Ped. nurse, who kept asking me questions that either should have been in his chart, or that I'd just answered a couple minutes ago, only to be told that if he develops a fever or seems to be losing weight, take him to an urgent care center, in the meantime, just wait and see and maybe the doctor will get back to me. I can't get too mad at the nurse, though; the ped. clinic is *hugely* short-staffed because of deployments right now. I'm sure she's doing the best she can. But I still like Cherie better.
Today Dav's building the bassinet. We're holding off on the crib, since Jack won't really be using it for a while, but I'm still going to get the boys' room cleaned and possibly decorated this weekend.
