Ask anyone who knows me, I’m just not good at waiting. I like to know things. I like to get things done. I don’t like being at the mercy of someone else. Waiting.
As of 4:51PM last night, I have been waiting. Waiting for a return call from Dr. Daniel, the Behavioral and Developmental MD at Children’s Mercy. She had the nerve to call me yesterday while I was in an adoption meeting and had my phone off. Then she had the nerve to leave one of those messages that said, “Please return my call. The results of Emma’s blood work have come back and I would like to discuss them with you.” Click.
What on earth? Doesn’t she know me. Doesn’t she know that when I called her back at 4:51PM after her 4:26PM phone call that I needed her to be there. Doesn’t how I about flipped my lid when after being put on hold for her nurse, the phone suddenly went to voice mail and the office was officially closed. Who closes and office with someone on HOLD? Apparently someone who does not know the affect it might have on ME!
So it’s 9:25AM. I called the office promptly at 9:00AM to leave yet another message that I have glued my phone to my hip and that I will indeed answer the phone on the first ring all day.
In the mean time, you could pray that I don’t do something maniacal like drive to the office and demand to see Dr. Daniel in person. She is afterall a very fine lady, and a doctor I highly respect. I’d like for her to continue thinking that I am a sane person.