In January, after Dr. Ego (or was it Dr. Arrogant? Whichever one is the horrible gastroenterologist.) was so dismissive of my three years of illness, I called the Mayo Clinic again. They’d had me scheduled for December 2006, but we were going to be leaving town a few days after that, and I didn’t want to risk still being a patient when it was time to drive to Texas. So I cancelled. Anyway, in January, I called again and asked if I could get in. This time, instead of going through the neurology department, I went through gastroenterology. The lady who answered the phone said that someone from gastro would call me later that day to tell me if I would be accepted and to let me know how long the wait would be, because there is a wait-list for that department. I never heard a word from them. And then I met Dr. Awesome, and things got better, so I didn’t worry about Mayo anymore. Of course, things still aren’t fantastic. They’re heavily improved, but I still have some issues.
So suddenly this week, a package has shown up in the mail with my appointment time and instructions for check-in to Mayo Clinic. Out of the blue! Since I had never heard from them the day I called to get on the waiting list, I assumed that it just wasn’t happening, that someone had dropped the ball, my file had been lost. And now I have an appointment for evaluation in December. ???
This would be great, because I would go to see why I still have certain problems, intestinal as well as other kinds (Dr. Awesome is perfectly happy with me having diarrhea only 75% of the time, but, um, I’m not, as that means I will never again be able to go on a camping trip, an overnight hike, blah blah blah). But… It’s December, and it’s very possible we’ll be gone by then. More on that later. So I don’t know. If we’re still here, I’ll go, but as soon as we know we’re out of here, I’ll have to call and cancel again. I guess it couldn’t be helped since I never even heard that my file got to gastroenterology. *sigh*