Medical-Go-Round

I tried scheduling a periodic check-up with my doctor. Because my diabetes is under good control, he told me not to come back for six months (instead of three) after my last appointment, but his office won't schedule appointments more than three months in advance. So yesterday I put in the appointment request for late August. His office came back with a reply scheduling me for an appointment this Wednesday. Well, that would have grouped medical things together (I have a dentist appointment to have a cracked tooth capped tomorrow), but wasn't what I requested, so I wrote back and asked for "late August." The reply came with an appointment for August 5. I'll be on a train between Schenectady and Montreal that day. Looking more closely at my original schedule request, I realized that I'd put the wrong month in the request anyway. I wrote again and said, more carefully, "Something between August 24 and 28, please."

Shooting My Schedule in the Foot

So after I complained about the clinic not reading my schedule request properly, they sent me an adjusted appointment for the morning of August 24, which is the only time I'm not available that week because my department holds a staff conference call every Monday at 8 AM Pacific. I re-examined my appointment request and realized that I'd put myself down as available mornings and afternoons every day of the week. *doh*

I wrote again, apologized for my mistake, and asked for yet another new time. This time, after the fourth attempt, we gone a date and time that works.

Near Miss

While walking to the post office this afternoon, KNBR's contest sounder went off. It's been long enough since my previous win that I can play again, and I hit the quick-dial. This time it was for two tickets to see the San Jose Earthquakes this weekend for caller number six. To my surprise, the phone actually rang rather than hitting a busy signal. They picked up: "Caller number five, sorry."

Rats.