I took my grandparents to my grandfather's follow-up with his heart surgeon today. My folks were supposed to do it, but they both got that AWFUL stomach bug, and they couldn't be around him.
I dropped B off at my MIL's at 8:15, picked up the gparents at 8:45, drove to the hospital and arrived at 10:00. We went to radiology, he had a chest X-ray, and then we went to see the nurse practitioner. She said he looked great, lifted most of his restrictions, yanked out the few remaining stitches (my grandfather nearly fainted, LOL!) and sent us on our way. And it was only about 11:30 at this point.
We went, had lunch, hung out in the lobby because, unfortunately, the cardiologist couldn't see us until 3:00. But I knew that from the getgo, so it was fine. I brought some work, hung out with my gparents, and generally had a fine time.
Then . . . the cardiologist was AN HOUR LATE seeing us. And after about 40 minutes, we all started getting antsy. His daughter, another doctor who shares an office with him, CAME INTO OUR ROOM and started getting into it with me about what a great doc her dad is. (?!?!?) I said, "I know he's a great doctor, and we couldn't be happier about what he's done for my grandfather. All we're saying is that he's not the most punctual guy. We didn't mean to involve you in our conversation." (I thought I was being pretty nice, when what I actually WANTED to say was, "How unprofessional of you to barge into a patient's room uninvited and plant yourself in the middle of our (not at all unreasonable) conversation!") She responded with, "If you know my dad AT ALL, you know that an hour is nothing!" (Which I thought was a rather hilarious and ineffective defense of him . . .)
Anyway, he was wonderful when he finally did show up, but spent a good half hour of the 1 1/2 hour appointment railing on my grandmother for not giving up smoking. My grandfather was like, "Hi, remember how *I'M* the patient?!"
FINALLY left there at 5:30, sat in traffic, got them home at 6:45, headed over to pick up B (already 45 minutes past bedtime), got him ready for bed, read him a story, tucked him in.
My grandmother has called me 4 times since I've been home . . . for an hour.
I'm totally spent. I saw my son for a grand total of like one hour today, and that breaks my heart.
I would do it again, of course, because I adore my grandparents, but seriously, I just feel like I need a really good cry . . . [:*(]
WOW, sorry this got so long . . . I guess I really just needed to blow off some steam!! Thanks for listening . . . any hugs you can pass along would be greatly, greatly appreciated right now.
Re: I need a good cry: LONGEST. DAY. EVER.
[[hugs]] ?And I do think it was rude/wrong of his daughter to?come in and start with all that. ?If he's going to run an hour late (or more) he should account for that and not put appointments so?close together.?
Tomorrow is a new day. Hang in there. ?
I am just amazed that you found a cardio doc who would spend that much time with you. 1.5 hours is amazing.
It is pretty common to have to wait for more uncommon surgical specialist. I have waited 2 hours for one of mine. I complained. He ask me if I wanted him to make the family that was late for their appointment because they had to drive from 5 hours away go back home and reschedule?
We are spoiled here with a doctor to person ratio of 1 to 150, much higher than pretty much every other country.
Yes, I feel now is definitely a good time to lecture me.
I understand him being late, and I appreciate the quality time that he gives to each of his patients. I still have the right to kvetch about his tardiness with my grandparents while we are endlessly waiting for his arrival.
((((((((((((((Hugs)))))))))))))))))
Sounds like a very, very long day. And yes, specialists often don't run on time, but you have every right to find the experience frustrating!
Your grandparents are lucky to have you, and I'm sure they appreciated the sacrifice you made today. Time for a nice warm bath or a glass of wine 