mdlbear | A wasted afternoon (Reply)

So... Colleen's fistula apparently is connected to her intestine. The visiting nurse made a bunch of calls and eventually she got a call back from the surgeon on call who said to come in to see him.

Of course, he didn't say where to come to, or make an appointment so that anyone knew she was coming, or spell out his name so that she knew who to ask for. She simply assumed that we should go to the pre-op clinic, where we sat around for an hour waiting for the receptionist to get back from lunch and tell us we were in the wrong place. It's at that point that Colleen said we were to "call him from anyplace in the hospital." Except that when we got there, they didn't know either. AAAAACK!

I've discovered three things today, none of which I'm particularly happy about.

The first is that I keep apologizing to Colleen, even for things I had nothing to do with, because I'd rather have her annoyed at me for being over-apologetic than frightened, furious, or freaked-out because I'm annoyed or angry.

The second is that I fall apart when I don't have enough information to deal with a situation where I have to interact with people. One consequence of this is that I tend to double- and triple-check my information. Colleen doesn't, and in addition she seems to have real difficulty distinguishing between what she's actually heard and the details her mind has filled in because she was expecting to hear them.

The third is that, antidepressants or not, I can still get depressed about not being able to handle a situation well.

Meanwhile I've missed most of a day of work, and I'm going to miss the rest because I have an appointment at 4pm to have my elbow looked at.

If I'm really lucky I might have some composure back by then.