Angel - "Hello and thank you for calling Dr. So-and-So's office. How may I help you?"
Me - "Yes. Do you accept insurance?" (oh yeah, not all of them take insurance. bogus. I know. Then I remember Nip/Tuck and pray to the heavens that these people are not like those doctors.... getting back to business)
Angel - "Well of course. What plan do you have?"
Me - "Blue Cross Blue Shield." and now for the all telling question "Are you taking NEW PATIENTS?"
Angel - "Yes!"
Me - dancing around my kitchen while the song "She's a Maniac, Maniac!" runs through my head. I then sing to the Angel "I'd like to make an appointment for my son, pl-eeeaaaaaaaaaaase!"
Angel - "Sure thing. What's his date of birth?" and blah-blah-blah. the important part is she wasn't snippy. or snotty. or otherwise rude. she wasn't overly nice. She was just. doing. her. job. Can I get an amen?
Anyhow, we have an appointment for Danny Mack on March 3. I know it's not for awhile but trust me, some of the other dates other doctors were offering was insane! Plus, Angelface went ahead and put me on the cancellation list. Which means that I have to do this now....
A Royal Decree:
Brought forth to you this seventh day of the first month. Whereby the Queen doth issue an order that all readers of this blog must cross their fingers, specifically the pointer and the middle, and say these words, with vigor, "PLEASE be a cancellation. PLEASE be a cancellation."
You must perform this rite at each hour, on the hour. Do not disregard this statement. If you choose to not participate, then bad luck will fall upon you and your household for the next eleventyeight years.