…and you need to have your daughter seen by an endocrinologist, expect that you will wait a very, very long time.
What is your best bet, for a waiting time, my friends?
Try six months!
That’s right, six months, that will see us just about up to Ivy and Noah’s 3rd birthday
The paed’s idea that we see this new doctor before we see him next, at the end of May, is one of pure fantasy. In fact, I think I heard the endo’s receptionist fall to the floor in a fit of hysterical giggles, when it was mentioned.
David was told, in no uncertain terms, that we could not actually make an appointment, that Ivy’s referral would be sent to a booking commitee (yes, you read it right) and we would then be allocated a time and date to which we would attend.
OMG, where are we living, people?
This insane life that we lead just got a little bit crazier.
Of course, Ivy is not a high priority.
I mean, what could possibly go wrong, with a two year old, on large doses of prednisone, in the next six months?!?!?!?!