I’ve been staying with Anna and Chad over the last week in California as I had appointments both with Dr. G for more bladder stuff, and Dr. S for a check up post solu-medrol infusion in November. Yesterday morning on my last day there, I was sleeping dreamily in their very comfortable guest bed when my cell phone rang. It was an Arizona number that I didn’t recognize, so I picked it up with a sleepy “hello”.
“EL-LO? EL-LO? AIR-EEK-HA?” Oh my god. It was Dr. S from Tucson, the creepy Dr. who gave me the social security disability exam. WTF does he want? He talks like Fred Flinstone with a thick accent (Spanish or Mexican). Imagine Fred letting the cat out and getting locked out and yelling “WHEELMA! WHEELMA!” and you get the idea. Then he adds “OHHH, OHHH, UMMM” at the end of each statement. And as is hopefully conveyed by the ALL CAPS, he talks really loudly. Yet, he doesn’t listen at all.
He goes on to yell at me that I had promised to send him previous MRI reports and accuse me of not sending them. I informed him that, indeed, I had had them faxed over the very next day. “I DIDN’T GET THEM. THEY ARE NOT HERE ANYWHERE.” I reiterate that they were sent over that very next day.”OHHHH, OHHHH, WELL I LOOK FOR THEM. NO THEY ARE NOT HERE.”
Now, in addition to waking up in this alarming manner, I am also disturbed by the news that he has not sent in the report to the SS administration. I spoke with someone there last week who informed me that they had all the necessary information and would be making a decision by February 15. Based on what I wonder?
I inform Dr S. that I will have them faxed over again. “YOU DON’T HAVE THEM? OHHHH, UMMM. YOUR DOCTOR IN CAL-E-FORN-E-A HAS THEM? UMMM. OHHHH. YOU DON’T HAVE THEM?”
I’m rolling my eyes until they’re about to fall out of my head and gritting my teeth so hard they’re about to pop out too. This guy is bad for my face.
My beloved neurologist Dr. S. in Pasadena has the reports, so again I call his office and ask to have them resent, which is handled quickly, professionally, and quietly. I confirm Dr. S. in Tucson has received them. So now I wait.
Yabba dabba do!