It’s been 4 weeks since I was finally able to make an appointment with a neurologist. And it’s also still 3 more weeks before I’ll actually get to see one. This is me, side-stepping a long rant about the state of healthcare. You’re welcome.

In these past 4 weeks I’ve been living in a special circle of hell. The headaches are worse, they are worse for longer, they are impossible to relieve and sleep, which has always been a little tough to come by, is now more scarce than ever. To be fair I didn’t think I’d manage 4 weeks without seeing a doctor, but I have. And so while I say I’m not sure how I’ll manage waiting 3 more, I know that I will.

I just know that it’s totally going to suck.

I have had growing concern that something had gone wrong with my appointment since I hadn’t received any of the paperwork they said they were going to send me. And the last time this happened, it was because my appointment hadn’t actually been booked, so when I got there they had no idea who I was. And by the last time this happened, I mean the last TWO times this happened, because somehow I’m the most forgettable patient ever. Or I have a habit of hallucinating phone calls, which I’m not ruling out as a possibility.

So I called the office today. I was totally prepared to hear that they hadn’t scheduled an appointment at all, and I had my fighting voice ready. But to my surprise, they did actually have my appointment scheduled and the reason I haven’t received my paperwork is because in my registration they combined the Drive part of my street address with the apartment abbreviation. And sadly, I don’t live on North Drapt.

And while I was on the phone with them, I decided to ask which doctor I was seeing, since they hadn’t told me last time and I somehow failed to ask. What I heard the guy say was “Dr. Matthews” and I was ready to end the call and do some doctor research. But the guy on the phone insisted that he spell it to me. I thought it was odd, since Matthews seemed easy to spell. And then he started spelling.

And I swear to you that he spelled out the name Shtrahan.

Which is weird, because according to google, no one has that name. And on the You See El Aye neurology website, there are exactly zero Dr. Matthews and zero Dr. Shtrahans. And before I could ask him to respell it, the guy had hung up.

I couldn’t believe my luck. Today, I literally played a game of telephone. It’s less fun in real life, just in case you wondered.

And now I have 3 weeks to figure out which doctor I’m seeing. And to try to not lose my mind.

Join me, won’t you?

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