It's been fairly crazy around here, hence the lack of posting. One bit of good news is we've had a neurology appointment for Calypso. The doctor who was most highly recommended as being able to sort out complex and mystifying issues is notoriously difficult to get into. I called on Thursday to schedule an appointment for Calypso. The receptionist told me her first availability was March 8. March...8... That's kind of a long way off. My kid has been unwell for months. I don't know if we've stumbled upon an underlying cause or if we have some new and scary thing going on and I'm supposed to wait until damn near Spring to even begin trying to get that answer. I hadn't slept properly in days because of being sick myself. I was just stunned by...March 8...
It was the straw that broke this camel's back. I sniffled in exhaustion and discouragement. The receptionist asked if I was okay. I couldn't even maintain a facade by pretending I was. As tears rolled, I just said I was worried about my kid. The receptionist said she felt like crying now but I should hold on. She came back and told me she'd opened up an appointment on February 14 for another reason but she was giving it to me and putting me on a list to call in case there were cancellations. I thanked her very profusely. Then I hung up and just bawled.
An hour later I got a call, "We have a cancellation tomorrow at 2pm." She barely got the sentence out before I said we'd take it and I was thanking her again. She said she wanted to cry again.
Friday, Calypso and I saw the neurologist and began the process. I thanked the receptionist in person. She said she normally left an hour before she got the cancellation but had wound up working late. She said she felt like when the cancellation came in we were the reason she had been unintentionally stuck at work. The doctor seemed thorough and Calypso was comfortable with her. Extensive lab work and MRI's were ordered.
I knew it was hard to get into the office. I had an appointment less than 24 hours after I called. I'd been warned that the office staff could be surly and the doctor quite aloof but was referred there because the doctor is the best in the area. The staff was obviously very personal and kind toward us. We established decent rapport with a doctor who I felt explained things well. I was told it might take a week to get pre-certification from the insurance for the MRI. I got a call before I was home that we were allowed to schedule the MRI at our convenience.
It's a big, BIG count for having the path cleared of so many obstacles in ways no one ever expected. Thank you, God. And thanks to each of you for prayers and good thoughts. The follow-up visit is currently not until March but things are in motion and hopefully headed in the right direction.