He talks fast and rattles off about a thousand different studies that he's reading, participating in, evaluating, etc. Back in December when Leslie and I were dealing with a medical issue of hers, we had to postpone our appointment with him just for sanity's sake. It got pushed to April. That was the first available date.
It's a pain in the ass to schedule and a pain in the ass to attend, because we both end up having to take a day, or half day off in order to see him.
So Monday came, and Leslie and I pulled into the parking lot at Lily's school and I let Leslie out to go get Lily. It was raining softly, and I didn't want to wreck my hair. It took longer than I thought it should have, and I started clock-watching because I wasn't sure how traffic would be heading back into Pittsburgh. A minute or two later, they came out hand-in-hand. Lily looked happy enough. Leslie helped her up into the mini van and strapped her in. I turned the music on while Leslie programmed the address into her phone's GPS.
I cranked the steering wheel around and performed an illegal u-turn to head back the way we'd come, off in the general direction that Siri's insistent voice suggested.
Sotto voce, Leslie said to me, "I had a tough time getting her out of there."
I raised an eyebrow, "Why?"
"She didn't want to go."
"Didn't want to go to the doctor? Or didn't want to leave school?"
"She didn't want to leave school. She said, 'No, I want to stay at school, dammit!'"
There was a pause in the conversation. Lily was quiet and well-behaved in her seat, staring uncharacteristically out the window. Echoing nothing. Scripting nothing. Tired-seeming.
"I blame you," I finally offered. Leslie rolled her eyes. Later I would blame the school for adding "Teach Lily to swear" to her IEP goals in a Facebook post that more than a couple people thought was me seriously believing that the school was teaching her to swear.
We got to the appointment 5 minutes early. It was perfect timing, honestly. We parked the car and walked into the building, filling out visitors stickers and smoothing them over our shirts as we distractedly walked to the stairs leading down to the Doctor's office.
Lily and I found some books and sat down while Leslie signed us in. She joined us. Lily asked for fruit snacks and Leslie peeled open a plastic bag of them, handing them to her one at a time.
"Ma'am?" the woman at the reception desk voiced, getting our attention, "Could we speak to you for a moment?"
Leslie handed the bag to me and I finished giving them to Lily. From the corner of my eye I observed the exchange. There was a burning sensation in my chest and I felt stress and frustration begin to blossom.
After a few minutes Leslie came back to explain the conversation that I'd guessed. They didn't have us on the schedule. They had us a month and a day later, May 29th. Not April 28th.
"What?" I asked. "Dammit!" (this didn't actually happen, but makes the story funnier)
When we eventually got back home Leslie found the note she'd written from the phone call postponing the visit, "Monday, April 28th," it said. Not April 28th. MONDAY, April 28th. May 29th is a Thursday. They fucked it up. But what could we do?
On the way back home Lily fell asleep in the car. She doesn't do that often, but I'm always amazed at how bendy kids are when they're little, and how their heads can be facing almost 180 degrees from their necks and it's somehow "relaxing" but if I hold my head at a 45 degree angle I'm sore for two weeks.
We got home. It really wasn't that big a deal. A wasted day maybe, but it was fine.
Anyway...possibly time to reinstitute the $1/swear jar that is sitting idle atop the refrigerator. :)
|Random breakfast picture from Sunday when I fed her jelly beans and popsicles. Because parenting.|