There's Somebody Out There!

Well, I received a call from Dr. Huebsch's office this morning, giving me a heads up that the Family Day Clinic would be calling me to schedule my chemo for later this week. Not much of a heads up, eh? And there's definitely a lack of coordination here. They can call and give me a heads up but they can't tell me the day or the time the appointments will be.

As well, when asked if there had been any follow up from the first series of chemo, I said no, there'd been absolutely none. (How could there be, if I can never reach anyone.) I'm now scheduled for bloodwork and an appointment with Dr. Huebsch tomorrow at 12:30. Communications seems a little one way here. I can never reach the right person when I call. But when they call me, boom, I get action!

Tomorrow, I think I'll ask for a specific name and a number I can call in future. If I have a month like I did in May, I can't just sit around waiting for them to call me!

Guitar: No practice today
Book: From Beirut to Jerusalem
Music: (Land of Confusion) Genesis - The Platinum Collection

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