It's a wonder Grandy's head hasn't EXPLODED!!

Since the surgery, Grandy has felt bitchy...well...hormonal easily frustrated. Little things seem to irritate her more than usual.

Waiting in line at Costco behind a nicely dressed older woman who is clearly spending $300 on merchandise, while she bitches about the validity of a $2.00 coupon, normally would amuse me.

Standing in line at Starbucks at 5:45 AM, while a woman holds up the line while two of the employees are helping her with the super-deluxe-cuisinart-everything-but-the-kitchen-sink-coffee-maker would also not cause Grandy any pause...normally. I mean really, why would it? Maybe she was on her way to a 6:00 am office suck-up party and wanted to beat the crowd.

But even the mild mannered (ever sarcastic) Grandy can only take so much.

The final straw occured over the last week, for a week. Yes, A WEEK PEOPLE.

Some of you might remember Belly Watch 2008 Continues, where I explained my son was having unexplained stomach pains. Well that post was back in July, and here we are in November. Yep, he is STILL having these pains.

A couple weeks back my sweet 12 year-old had to have an endoscopy (scope down the throat) and colonoscopy (self-explanatory). It's a horrible procedure for any grown-up, but it was especially taxing for a 12 year-old. Poor guy.

Well the beautiful doctor specialist did a biopsy and said she would have the results the following week. She said she would call and we would discuss. She is pretty confident he has chronic appendicitis, which means they may take the appendix out.

Here is the trail of what has transpired with this beautiful doctor lady (BDL for short).

Tuesday (last week) - BDL leaves a voicemail on my cell phone at 2:30 saying she has the biopsy results and needs to discuss.

Grandy returns the call at 3pm and leaves a message.

Thursday (still last week) - BDL calls and leaves a voicemail on my cell phone at 8:30am again. Grandy's cell phone doesn't get a great reception at her house but I saw the number and knew it was her. I immediately called the office and...held for 10 minutes...left another message. I asked the lady...could you have her call me at home too? If I'm not at home I'm on the cell but never at the same time.

Friday - Called BDL to discuss the results again...left another message. Please call cell OR home. Please? Carried cell with me everywhere when not at home.

Monday - Yet another effing call to BDL (Grandy's mood is starting to swing downward...quickly). Still clutching the cell phone.

Tuesday - 7:03am...after being up until 5am that morning (different blog post for tomorrow) and we had the following chat:

BDL - Hi! This is Dr. "Beautiful" (ok...not real name...but she truly
IS beautiful)

Grandy - HI!!

BDL - I got a message you called. What's up?

Grandy - Huh? We played phone tag trying to connect and go over his
biopsy results.

BDL - OH! Well it came back clean, but I still think it's that chronic
problem we discussed.

Grandy - Oh, I see.

BDL - I'm going to have a surgeon review and order another CT scan, since he
hasn't had one since July. Then we will have a comparison.

Grandy - ::pausing because I know how he hated the first CT scan::
Oh...alright.

BDL - I'll have the girls in the office coordinate it and get with you to
schedule it.

Grandy - Alright.

BDL - And I know how hard you are to get a hold of, so I'll make sure they
keep trying.

Grandy - Huh?!?!

BDL - Alright, BYE!!

*click*

I couldn't post about this because it's taken 2 days for Grandy to find the humor in the conversation. I mean...WTF? She says I'm hard to get a hold of? By the way...still no call from the girls in the office.

Figures.

Well...there's always tomorrow. At least tomorrow's Friday.

Who's up for some happy hour? Screw the time difference...it's 5:00 NOW.

See you tomorrow!!