Emmi has an appointment with a plastic surgeon in February to discuss correcting her soft palate. The last appointment we had with him did not go well. The guy was an ass. I know, I know. You want to know why I am going back to him. Well, simple. 'Cause he happens to be the best pediatric cranio-facial doc around. Good surgery skills trump bedside manners when you are cutting into my kid's head. Anyway, not only am I making Kenny come with me, but the therapist that diagnosed Emmi is attended the appointment, as well. Except, she realized today that Emmi's appointment was scheduled for a day she would be out of town. She called the surgeon's office to have them reschedule with me for the following week. I told her that I had not taken the first available appointment purely because it was at 9am, so I wanted her to make sure they did not try to give me a 9am appointment. We live on the outskirts of Houston. Driving into town at 9am, would mean we have to leave the house before 7am. It also means one of my parents would have to come to town to get Jill on the bus. And? Emmi acts like a fool in doctor's offices after she has been trapped in the car for two hours. The therapist laughed. She told me she would have the scheduler call me.
My phone rings.
"Tricia? Hi. We have a 9:15 available for Emmi on the 23rd."
"Do you have anything else?" Seriously? 9:15 is no better than 9.
"No ma'am. There is nothing else."
"Okay, well. What about another day, because I can't get there by 9." I explain the bus thing and the two hour drive thing.
"Oh, well, he can see you at 10:45 instead."
Ummm. Apparently we have differing definitions of "anything else."