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I just needed to rant a bit.
I have a wonderful dentist. Competent, minimal pain (for a given value of "minimal", of course. She is a dentist), actually tells you what's going on and listens to what you say, unlike the last two bozos that were inside my mouth. The one thing I have troubles with is that she absolutely thinks that routine dental appointments are The Most Important thing in the world. I can understand her concern, given that I spent over twenty years between dental visits. But still....
I got home from running around today, to pick my daughter up from the hospital. She had been in it a week, my wife had been with her the entire week, and I was ready to see both of them, when my oldest son told me the doctor had called about the appoinments for my youngest three. Once I figured out he meant the dentist, and not the guy who had sent my youngest off to the hospital, I called up the dentist to explain that sorry, we forgot in all of the hubbub.
"Well, can you bring them in?"
"Uh, no: I have to pick up [youngest daughter] from the hospital."
"Yes, I know, we'll have to do her later. Can you bring in [older boy] and [older girl]?"
"Uh... I have to get my wife and daughter from the hospital. I can't do it right now."
"No, I mean drop them off and pick them up on your way back."
"???"
"You can drop them off and pick them up on the way back."
"... I don't know how long they'll be. [Youngest] is getting one last set of platelets before they're willing to release her and I don't know how long that will take."
"They can stay here. They'll be fine."
"I need to talk to my wife."
I mean, do you ever get that deer-in-the-headlights feeling when you're talking with an SC who just refuses to comprehend what you think is obvious? This was insane. Fortunately, when I called back, I got her receptionist, who could grasp the obvious concept of "hospital time", and it was a good thing, because we didn't leave the hospital until after the dentist closed for the day.
(BTW, I deliberately didn't say what the issue is for a reason. I've been explaining it often enough that I'm tired of both explaining the problem and listening to the expressions of sympathy. And while I appreciate the sympathy, too much of it, too often, (and usually said in the exact same words every time) wears you out. I hope you all understand. Just say that it is serious and she's in for a long series of sessions with medical people.)
I have a wonderful dentist. Competent, minimal pain (for a given value of "minimal", of course. She is a dentist), actually tells you what's going on and listens to what you say, unlike the last two bozos that were inside my mouth. The one thing I have troubles with is that she absolutely thinks that routine dental appointments are The Most Important thing in the world. I can understand her concern, given that I spent over twenty years between dental visits. But still....
I got home from running around today, to pick my daughter up from the hospital. She had been in it a week, my wife had been with her the entire week, and I was ready to see both of them, when my oldest son told me the doctor had called about the appoinments for my youngest three. Once I figured out he meant the dentist, and not the guy who had sent my youngest off to the hospital, I called up the dentist to explain that sorry, we forgot in all of the hubbub.
"Well, can you bring them in?"
"Uh, no: I have to pick up [youngest daughter] from the hospital."
"Yes, I know, we'll have to do her later. Can you bring in [older boy] and [older girl]?"
"Uh... I have to get my wife and daughter from the hospital. I can't do it right now."
"No, I mean drop them off and pick them up on your way back."
"???"
"You can drop them off and pick them up on the way back."
"... I don't know how long they'll be. [Youngest] is getting one last set of platelets before they're willing to release her and I don't know how long that will take."
"They can stay here. They'll be fine."
"I need to talk to my wife."
I mean, do you ever get that deer-in-the-headlights feeling when you're talking with an SC who just refuses to comprehend what you think is obvious? This was insane. Fortunately, when I called back, I got her receptionist, who could grasp the obvious concept of "hospital time", and it was a good thing, because we didn't leave the hospital until after the dentist closed for the day.
(BTW, I deliberately didn't say what the issue is for a reason. I've been explaining it often enough that I'm tired of both explaining the problem and listening to the expressions of sympathy. And while I appreciate the sympathy, too much of it, too often, (and usually said in the exact same words every time) wears you out. I hope you all understand. Just say that it is serious and she's in for a long series of sessions with medical people.)
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