The Void

Is anybody out there reading this?  While my own personal attendance to the blog was pretty spotty in July, I'm beginning to feel like I'm writing to the Void.  Not that it really matters, but every now and again I wonder.

Dr Update:  The two week shot did exactly Nada, though the Dr. agrees that I am more or less stable.   We will see what happens when I stop the antibiotics in two days.   Fingers crossed that I can hold my own because I am now 1000% certain that my hemorrhoids, which have sadly decided to blossom as of late,  are most definitely an adverse reaction to the antibiotics.    Being an extremely sensitive and bodily aware person, I can feel them growing as the iv enters my arm.   Of course, the Dr. believes this is absolutely impossible.    I'd like to teach him yoga someday.

Now.   Here's the catch.   He casually mentions today that he'll be out of the office on Friday and he'd like me to see Dr. so-and-so instead (here we go---my favorite game:  the revolving doctor game).    As we are driving back from the clinic, it occurs to me that the last time he said he was going to be away on a Friday, he went on vacation for two weeks.    So I called the scheduling girls back and asked how long he was going to be away only to be told 3-4 weeks!!!   


WHAT?  At least the fellow could have told me that.   At least he could have asked if there was another doctor with whom I would prefer to work with instead of slepping me off to the nearest one to his office...or however he chose it.   Where has common courtesy gone?   Where is the communication. Mercury retrograde?  It simply slipped his mind?  Or was it a planned conspiracy?


So I called the office for the umpteenth time, talked with his assistant (who didn't know he was leaving at all) and some other person who seemed to have slightly more concern about the situation.    At the very least, it would seem like I should get an email to contact him if something comes up.     I keep having to explain the wife swapping scenario to these people---you might like someone else's wife better but it could just as easily end up ugly.

I'm not really interested in a flurry of comments and emails saying "accept" the situation.  I accept it.  I'm not angry.   I am astonished.

As a nation, are we so harried and rushed that even our most basic services, and in my case life-saving services, suffer from lack of communication?    It has been called the Era of Communication.    We have more ways of communicating to anywhere across the world in an instant than ever before, yet are we too busy texting someone about something trivial to have common courtesy to the people surrounding us in the present?    That perhaps, I have to beg to be able to wrestle an email address or phone number of my primary doctor when my life is on the line??  

It seems incredulous.