Illness and the death of blog posts...

Welcome to the world of joint-patient privleges. I feel like a kid in a custody battle, only neither side wants me.

I'm sick. Like, sick enough to go, " Maybe I better get checked instead of relying on lemon tea to cure me."

So I call my Primary Care Manager... fine, fine, wait! 19 weeks pregnant? You have to go to OB!

What?!?!?! I need a throat check, not a pap smear! For the love of cookies you mad woman I'm sick! Give me the freaking doc who knows about allergies and viruses! I don't want the OB!

*click*

So, my OB is off post, the high risk clinic down town. I had full intention of telling them I was sick. Next week.

I'm now on hold with the OB. I already canceled my ultrasound for the day because I can't find someone to take the kids and I'm not healthy, and I can't take them to the OB office (there's a notice- no kids out of utero). I could take them to the regular PCM.

Oh- and the Eldest announced she's making breakfast. She'd serving up cake. Like Bill Cosby (audio only).

*nurse answers*

No, OB does not see lung patients. Go to ER. Now. Thank you.

I am the unwanted, red-headed, step-child of my medical care.

*calls PCM again*

"We can schedule you for next week sometime..."

*click*

I'm going to the ER with two small children and my laptop full of movies. And that, dear reader, is why I haven't finished that post on the antagonist's outline.