To scream, press #9 and hang up...

March 28th, 2006

I spent most of the day still trying to get through to UCSF for an appointment with a surgeon. They set me up for a mammogram on Thursday at 8 am. An 8 am appointment in San Francisco means I need to leave here at 6 am. UCSF may only be 35 miles away, but that's 35 miles through a tunnel and across the Bay Bridge.

Meanwhile, the breast care center phone system says, "If you're a new patient, press this number... if you have not yet registered, press this number...if you have registered and need an appt, press this number…."

Ack! I don't know if I'm registered! Which button do I press?

Well, finally, they called me back and said that the surgeon can see me on April 12th. Now, I know I'm impatient, but that seemed like a million years from now. Trying not to sound like the crazy lady, I asked, "Can't someone see me sooner?" The scheduler put me on hold while she asked a surgeon if she'd be willing to see me this Friday (she usually only sees patients on Wednesday) and she agreed. Thank you, Marge and Norm!

Honestly, I didn't know I could be so feisty. Go, me!

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