Someday, perhaps as I drift through the pearly gates in the EZ-pass lane, I will get the answer to one of my most burning questions: Why the hell is it that a single task requiring a single phone call to schedule a single appointment can be the most crippling and insurmountable undertaking for some of the most brilliant, capable women on the planet? I am talking about myself here. Pardon me if my Snark font is broken.
I have a ‘to-do list’ like everyone else. It’s rather large like everyone else’s. There is nothing too ridiculously overwhelming on that list of mine, unless you count ‘reshaping the world’ a remarkable goal. I mean really, I would consider a federal bill to make autism therapies accessible for military families a rather cool objective to check off my list.
I digress.
I am pretty confident that I am not alone in my quest for an answer to the above. I have met many incredible women who accomplish more in an hour than most do in a lifetime. I surely wish I was so motivated. However, there are these minor tasks on our lists that still manage to elude a great number of us – scheduling appointments.
Maybe it’s the commitment implied by the word ‘appointment’. Maybe it’s the going-to and hearing-about-that-too that we are avoiding.
Lord knows RM has seen her share. Those first two years were exhausting and we met more docs than I ever care to count again. When you are claiming hospital parking fees on your taxes, you’ve been to ‘lots of appointments’.
So I found out yesterday that RM hadn’t been to the eye doctor in three years. The sheer guilt was motivation enough for me to sit down today and go through the list of specialists she is overdue to see. Crap. Neurology. Cardiology. Gastroenterology. Plastics. Orthopedics. All overdue.
Maybe when the everyday is fought so hard for just to get through it, then the rest seems like gravy. Is it urgent that she see these docs tomorrow? Well, not really. Is it important? Certainly.
Maybe I just cannot take hearing one more time that my daughter needs something else.
I made two phone calls today. I scheduled neurology for tomorrow thanks to a last-minute cancellation and I requested an appointment with the plastics/microsurgery office about her pinkie finger.
And then I was done.
Two out of five ain’t so bad.
Cheers.
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