Spoke too soon.
Ivy is sick again.
blah blah blah.
Same old same old.
We called the doctor two days ago and, what a surprise, he never called back.
Blah blah blah.
Boogety “I’m too important” doctor’s receptionists who don’t listen and who won’t do anything you ask of them just because you are low life clientelle who want too much of the doctors time in their humble opinions.
Doctors who don’t give a rats.
Blah blah blah
Immunologists who say to call them on a specific day only to be told (by pitbull receptionists) they are not available to talk to clientelle and if you were wanting a word with the doctor that holds your daughter’s future in her hands, that you will need to make another appointment.
In three months time.
Blah blah bl**dy blah!
Snot and vomit and ear goop, oh my!
Tears, fever, worry and mess.
Hospital; will I won’t I?
Should I?
Blah blah blah.
Evening phone calls from doctors who call too late to be effective and don’t apologise for not ringing a script through on time.
Immunologists who just don’t bother ringing back, at all, despite messages left and clientelle doing what was asked of them.
I need a holiday.
Sure, like that’s going to happen.
Blah blah blah!
