Life of a former witch

I've outgrown my wicked witch of the west ways. Reflections of life afterwards, living in the desert with two cats, friends, family, and my hot and cold love life.

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Bad doctor?

I forgot how I even got his name as a referral to see this GI doctor. It might have been the first available in the office with several practicing GI doctors.

Anyway, this GI doctor hemmed and hawed for over a year before giving me a biopsy confirmation of celiac. And after the biopsy, he called me to tell me the news. He didn't want a follow-up visit - just go gluten-free and you'll get better.

So I haven't seen him in about 14 months.

But I have to go back to get my acid reflux under control. The dentist I saw Monday warned me to do something about it.

So I call the office, tell them I'm a patient, and need to see him for reflux.

"We can get you in tomorrow morning at 8:15."

"Uhh, sure."

Generally, the quicker you can get in to see a specialist for non-life threatening issues is a sign that maybe there's a reason why he isn't so busy.

Hopefully he can treat my reflux without too much of a strain on his abilities.

And I just got a call from his office to confirm the appointment. I politely reminded me that I haven't forgotten about the appointment in the last 90 minutes.

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