I put my title in quotes because I feel like Rachel in Friends right about now - in the episode where she is looking for a new pediatrician for her baby girl, asks Ross to give her the name of his old pediatrician, and he tells her that the Dr died. She responds with exacerbation: "Why does everything always happen to ME?!!"
And of course, this is meant to be funny, since she is healthy, her baby is healthy, and the DR is the one who died.
But yesterday, I had the urge to make the same complaint.
Because last night I got a voicemail from Clear Passage Therapy in Gainesville, Florida (where I am traveling to in less than 24 hours), telling me to call them back as soon as possible, and if I got the message later than 6:00pm, to call on the personal cell phone of the receptionist.
Yikes. This couldn't be good.
When I called, the receptionist tells me,
"Well, as you already know, our two founders, Belinda and Larry Wurn, are away on vacation the week of your therapy."
Yes, I did already know this, but decided to still go forward with therapy in spite of not having THE FOUNDER HERSELF treat me for a part of the week's treatment, because otherwise I would have needed to wait another month for the treatment to coincide with my cycle. How it works is, normally all four therapists will take turns treating you for four hours each day. I knew in advance I would only have two.
"I'm very sorry to inform you that one of our therapists, K, cut off the tip of her right index finger last night. Needless to say, her fingers are crucial to the manual work she does, and she will not be at full capacity to treat you next week."
My reaction? WHY DOES EVERYTHING ALWAYS HAPPEN TO MEEEEEE???!!!???!!
My actual response? "Oh no! Is she ok?"
She told me that she was indeed ok, and was having grafting surgery the next day. She then said that she wanted to call me first because I was the first person to schedule treatment for this upcoming week, and pending MY decision, she would then alert the other two patients for the week of what they would have to do. If I decided to still go ahead with treatment, knowing that my hours would be more spaced out (to allow the only other therapist remaining, Y, to rest between hours), AND I should also know that K DOES plan on coming in to work and will assist wherever she can, so that in essence, I will end up getting MORE treatment than normal - then she would cancel the other patients for the week. But if I wanted to, I could reschedule and they would certainly reimburse any additional costs that rescheduling may cause me to accrue.
(DH thought they should offer me a free treatment if I rescheduled. If they had, I may have done it.)
But, I decided to go forward with treatment. When we get there, DH is still going to ask them for a discount due to the last minute change of things. I think that's reasonable, don't you?
The thing is- I already got the week off work, trained other ultrasound techs to do the NaPro-specific scans if need be while I'm away (though I'm hoping there won't be any, since I'm sure they'll botch it up), and reserved the hotel, rental car, and flights (thanks again, Beth and Ken!)
I was not about to put this off, unless BOTH therapists accidentally chopped off BOTH of their hands ;)
Let's hope I don't get THAT phone call tonight!
Please pray for successful treatment for me, which will begin Monday, June 13th, the Feast Day of Saint Anthony.
Pray that it will break up every last one of my adhesions, and finally restore my God-given fertility.
I will be sure to give you updates from Florida during the week. I'm also looking forward to meeting up with More Than Anything in St Augustine at the Our Lady of La Leche shrine. MTA, where are you, email me!!!