7:45am phone call to pediatrician's answering service:
Answering Servant: Is this an emergency?
Me: No, I would call 911 for an emergency. But I would like the Dr. to call me for what I consider to be an urgent matter.
Servant: I have been instructed to only send messages for emergencies.
Me: Isn't 911 for emergencies? If I say it is an emergency, you will tell me to call 911. If I say it is not an emergency, I am to call back after 9. I am confused. What is the point of the answering service? You get paid to tell people to call back or to call 911?
Seems more efficient and kind to allow a pre-recorded message to spare people in need conversations of this nature.
shit
I did finally grind the servant down and get through to my pediatrician who saw us right away. Since technically, this is the blog where I am supposed to laugh and make merry, I will blog the diagnosis on the other.
In the midst of divorce, now, more than ever, my children look to me. "They look to me to see how merciful and generous I am in good times. They look to me to see how strong and faithful I am in bad times. They watch, they listen, and they model. Years from now I want my children to remember a childhood lived well, with a mother who was loving, consistent, devoted, funny, disciplined, playful, and totally present and emotionally available."(Kristin Armstrong)
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Friday, December 11, 2009
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