in which I meet the queen of the turnip people

so today i went to drop off forms at St mikes so they can get my vancouver chart re the miscarriage workup.

well, holy fucking halibut on unicycles I get the daftest clerk in all known lands, who is flummoxed why i'm there, or what she's being asked to do, because 'Dr. B wants to see me in 2 months time to go over test results from mount sinai and my vancouver results" apparently sounds so similar to "please pull a hedgehog from your ass" by the look she gave me.

She can't read his writing. ( not a shocker) but even after I translated it, she couldn't maintain focus long enough to manage to do anything.

Did I mention the walking the gauntlet of the women's health center in renovation, so everyone's lined up in chairs in the hall, no waiting room so I get a sea of big bellies and newborns? YEAH. I NEED THAT.

Sigh.

its been a brutal few days, dealing with this.

Oh! and so she tries to book an appt for first week of may AFTER i say 2-3 months from now ( which is fine i don't even care, genetic workup that they're doing isn't done csi style in hours)

There's a barrier so I can't grab her by the snout and say "LISTEN, YOU DUMBfuck...."

Meanwhile on my right is a very anxious enthusiastic granmamma trying to get her daughter's ultrasound report, whilst daughter is apparently still in ultrasound and she's got the office in a frenzy.

I really don't believe that we'll ever have a good outcome. I can ignore it, until it gets slammed in my face.

Any other plans I had were shot to hell because booking that appt took so fucking long with Princess Turnip of Rootvegetatia.

canadian healthcare is generally good, doctors and nurses but its my lot in life to run into the daftest admin, i swear.

in which I meet the queen of the turnip people

so today i went to drop off forms at St mikes so they can get my vancouver chart re the miscarriage workup.

well, holy fucking halibut on unicycles I get the daftest clerk in all known lands, who is flummoxed why i'm there, or what she's being asked to do, because 'Dr. B wants to see me in 2 months time to go over test results from mount sinai and my vancouver results" apparently sounds so similar to "please pull a hedgehog from your ass" by the look she gave me.

She can't read his writing. ( not a shocker) but even after I translated it, she couldn't maintain focus long enough to manage to do anything.

Did I mention the walking the gauntlet of the women's health center in renovation, so everyone's lined up in chairs in the hall, no waiting room so I get a sea of big bellies and newborns? YEAH. I NEED THAT.

Sigh.

its been a brutal few days, dealing with this.

Oh! and so she tries to book an appt for first week of may AFTER i say 2-3 months from now ( which is fine i don't even care, genetic workup that they're doing isn't done csi style in hours)

There's a barrier so I can't grab her by the snout and say "LISTEN, YOU DUMBfuck...."

Meanwhile on my right is a very anxious enthusiastic granmamma trying to get her daughter's ultrasound report, whilst daughter is apparently still in ultrasound and she's got the office in a frenzy.

I really don't believe that we'll ever have a good outcome. I can ignore it, until it gets slammed in my face.

Any other plans I had were shot to hell because booking that appt took so fucking long with Princess Turnip of Rootvegetatia.

canadian healthcare is generally good, doctors and nurses but its my lot in life to run into the daftest admin, i swear.