In Which Even More Fun Occurs

Well, good to know that God has an impeccable sense of dramatic timing. I'm running around trying to get things together here for a trip down to Texas; my grandfather took a turn for the worse but has rallied and is holding his own right now. I still feel like I need to go down there, though, so we've got plane tickets booked.

Anyway, I called up Connor's hospital to let them know that we'd be going on a trip. I do this whenever we leave the immediate area as a precaution so that if something untoward were to happen while we were in Texas the doctor would have already reviewed Connor's file and be ready to advise treatment, fax medical records, authorize procedures, etc.

Anyway, I'd called our insurance company, Tricare, about a week ago to see who Connor's new Primary Care Manager would be-- I knew that Dr. Adams, his primary pediatrician, was supposed to leave at the end of May but I hadn't heard anything regarding the new doctor he'd been assigned. They told me that no, Dr. Adams was still there and still Connor's doctor. I figured his timeline had just changed or something. Fast forward to today. I call up the pediatrics department and they inform me that not only did Dr. Adams leave two and a half weeks ago, but that they haven't assigned Connor another doctor. I have them transfer me to Connor's developmental pediatrician Dr. Aranda, who tells me that she is actually leaving the hospital in four days. They haven't assigned Connor another doc in that department either. This means that my son-- you know, the one with the twelve-inch thick medical file whom I periodically have to perform mouth-to-mouth resuscitation on-- has NO GENERAL DOCTOR WHO KNOWS HIS MEDICAL HISTORY.

Not cool, people. Not cool.

After I finished hyperventilating, Dr. Aranda (who didn't have any idea that we hadn't been assigned a new PCM) said that she'd personally ask one of the best doctors on staff to take us on. This makes me feel slightly better, though it still means that I'll be getting on a plane with no contact information for a doctor I don't know the name of who has never seen Connor before except on paper.

Gotta love military hospitals. This day just keeps getting better and better.

~Jess