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Don't forget my mammogram?!?!

Episode II: The Meetoo with an Whattatime




I waited for a call concerning when I would be scheduled for a mammogram... No one called the day I showed my doctor the lump in my breast or the next day to schedule anything. Then the weekend passed - which included a unicorn themed art birthday party for my daughter who just happened to turn six during all this. While I was not overly worried, by the end of the weekend my mom went from questioning if someone had called me to harassing me to call them. To be honest, she was really doing it by Friday, the day after my appointment, but who's remembering...?

Monday morning arrived... I waited a little while, hoping that I would not have to call and pester anyone... but no one called, so I started the ball rolling. I called my doctor's office first to make sure they requested the mammogram. Oddly, my doctor's nurse was not there that day... go figure. But they tell me I can set up the mammogram appointment myself. Really?!

So, I called the Breast Center and explained what was going on. They began to schedule my appointment, but realized they could not make it a diagnostic exam, only a regular exam if they did not have the doctor's request. Really?!

The Breast Center lady, being super helpful, asked me to hold on the phone. Magically she calls the location where the mammogram request from my doctor's office was faxed to. Apparently the request went to the testing center instead of the appointment center, but all was right now and they scheduled me for the next day. Finally!


In My Head...

Ok, that should have been easier, but with perseverance I got it done. See mom... I did it!
"The best way out is always through." - Robert Frost
Episode Reference: The Meehoo With  an Exactlywatt - Shel Silverstein

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