Frustrated
“How important is it?”
This is one of the questions I’ve learned over my life that is worth asking. Many times I would have written a letter and ventured off into phone calls and wasted precious time setting them straight and taken my time and energy away from what Dave and I were dealing with. It went against my nature to let those things go and just find a way to move on or workarounds. In the end, it was the right thing and I attribute it to age-related Wisdom! haha
When in Stockton, at our son’s house, sleeping on the couch while trying to manage Dave’s catastrophic healthcare crisis, I sent two messages over the holiday weekend thru the online system many healthcare providers now use. One to our local oncologist who sees Dave post appointments from Little Rock and puts everything we need in for his treatment and so on. And one to our UAMS doctor. It was a quick, succinct SOS message, complete with both of our phone numbers.
Of course, Dr. VanRhee called with his APN’s listening in first thing Tuesday morning. It was the perfect call as we discussed what happened and what was needed and whether there were any other options to get Dave collected on the 13th.
From our local, he simply sent a response, some time, and it made me really angry. Then frustrated. Then resigned. When this happens sometimes I just sit on it for a while before I decide if I will respond at all or if I do how I will address it.
So here was my response this morning. It was direct, but hopefully, moved on.
