emotionallybankrupt
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Really. No phone. That's my story, and I'm sticking to it. Phone and brain both GONE.
I can't believe I took the bait. I'd refused phone calls for a couple of weeks, in keeping with my beautiful boundaries. I let it ring again today. Then came the text message right after. "Mom, it sure would be easier if you would answer the phone. I have a lot to update you about."
Ok, I thought. Probably time to accept a phone call. Well, the child is SICK! And no wonder. I already knew she'd been taking him out and showing him off like a puppy, and I'd messaged about remembering he still has a fragile immune system. But what do I know?
In the ER last night, the "clinic" this morning, and now headed back to the ER. First a bad case of thrush and now running a fever. Spinal tap now being considered. Been in the clinic repeatedly in the past two weeks, seeing first one medical student and then another, each confused by the treatment prescribed by the one before. And WHY is there still no pediatrician on the case?
None of the nice detachment scripts came to mind. "Well, dear, what are you going to do now?" Nope. I couldn't find anything nice to say. To hear my screaming grandson in the background was HORRIBLE, and I blew a gasket. I really don't know how I would be coping right now if I had seen and held that child. If ever I doubted that distance was necessary, now I know for sure.
"Ok, I assume you are asking for my advice. Is that right?"
"Yes." [At that point I was SOOO glad she said yes....]
"GET a pediatrician," I told her. "This is PATHETIC. This child deserves a pediatrician. Have you called the one RIGHT THERE down the road yet?"
"Well, no, because I don't have the latest insurance book. I don't know if he's on my insurance or not." And blah, blah, blah.
"So WHAT exactly is your problem with making a phone call?" I asked her. "WHY is that so hard for you?"
Obviously, I'm seething. "Well, I don't think they take it...well, I heard the other one doesn't either. I really don't know who to call...." And on and on and on.
So...I got out the phone book and threw names and phone numbers at her like darts. "PICK one. If they say no, call the NEXT one. Keep making calls until you GET one."
I gave her maybe three names that I was familiar with. Then we got off the phone so she could get to the ER. She had been waiting for her ride, since she has no vehicle or license. After we hung up, I soon got a text that none of those docs accepted her insurance. So I got the phone book out and kept blasting texts until I got one back from her, saying she'd gotten an appointment with one of them.
Now WHY was that so difficult, for her to realize she needs a DOCTOR for her baby? I guess I did accomplish something, but I've been in turmoil all day now. And I won't forget the sound of the screams for a long time, if ever. I dread the nightmares I know I'm going to have tonight.
Yes, I've HAD IT with phone calls. The clickety clack of typing e-mails is more than enough.
Whew! Thanks for the venting opportunity....
I can't believe I took the bait. I'd refused phone calls for a couple of weeks, in keeping with my beautiful boundaries. I let it ring again today. Then came the text message right after. "Mom, it sure would be easier if you would answer the phone. I have a lot to update you about."
Ok, I thought. Probably time to accept a phone call. Well, the child is SICK! And no wonder. I already knew she'd been taking him out and showing him off like a puppy, and I'd messaged about remembering he still has a fragile immune system. But what do I know?
In the ER last night, the "clinic" this morning, and now headed back to the ER. First a bad case of thrush and now running a fever. Spinal tap now being considered. Been in the clinic repeatedly in the past two weeks, seeing first one medical student and then another, each confused by the treatment prescribed by the one before. And WHY is there still no pediatrician on the case?
None of the nice detachment scripts came to mind. "Well, dear, what are you going to do now?" Nope. I couldn't find anything nice to say. To hear my screaming grandson in the background was HORRIBLE, and I blew a gasket. I really don't know how I would be coping right now if I had seen and held that child. If ever I doubted that distance was necessary, now I know for sure.
"Ok, I assume you are asking for my advice. Is that right?"
"Yes." [At that point I was SOOO glad she said yes....]
"GET a pediatrician," I told her. "This is PATHETIC. This child deserves a pediatrician. Have you called the one RIGHT THERE down the road yet?"
"Well, no, because I don't have the latest insurance book. I don't know if he's on my insurance or not." And blah, blah, blah.
"So WHAT exactly is your problem with making a phone call?" I asked her. "WHY is that so hard for you?"
Obviously, I'm seething. "Well, I don't think they take it...well, I heard the other one doesn't either. I really don't know who to call...." And on and on and on.
So...I got out the phone book and threw names and phone numbers at her like darts. "PICK one. If they say no, call the NEXT one. Keep making calls until you GET one."
I gave her maybe three names that I was familiar with. Then we got off the phone so she could get to the ER. She had been waiting for her ride, since she has no vehicle or license. After we hung up, I soon got a text that none of those docs accepted her insurance. So I got the phone book out and kept blasting texts until I got one back from her, saying she'd gotten an appointment with one of them.
Now WHY was that so difficult, for her to realize she needs a DOCTOR for her baby? I guess I did accomplish something, but I've been in turmoil all day now. And I won't forget the sound of the screams for a long time, if ever. I dread the nightmares I know I'm going to have tonight.
Yes, I've HAD IT with phone calls. The clickety clack of typing e-mails is more than enough.
Whew! Thanks for the venting opportunity....