I need to borrow the phrase from my chat room partner-in-crime, "I hate them all". Because today, I do.

Last Thursday morning we had an appointment scheduled for an evaluation for Patrick to get a Saeboflex. We were mistakenly set up for a PT session, and the therapist we needed to see was subsiquently not there. "They" rescheduled it and gave us $5 in McDonalds gift certs for our inconvinience.

A little later that afternoon, "they" found a clot in Patrick's calf while trying to determine if Patrick would be able to stop his coumadin meds. We were told all was not lost, there was still hope he would be able to come off the thinner anyway.

This morning was the rescheduled appointment and once again, the saeboflex therapist was not there and we had been set up with a regular OT appointment. (o.k. you are getting warmer...warmer) UGH!!!! You've GOT TO BE KIDDING, which is exactly what I said to "them". I know they have absolutly no idea how much this therapy means to my husband, and I could see his eyes filling up with tears with the thought of finding out nothing again today. The therapist who had been scheduled with us ended up doing the evaluation after speaking to the saeboflex therapist over the phone and finding out what he needed to know. So, we still didn't get to meet our future therapist, but at least the ball is starting to roll. Sort of.

Anyway...

I got a phone call from the doctor's office. It seems Patrick's neurologist feels he needs to stay on the coumadin for at least 6 more months due to the artery disection, not the clot.

I don't want to complain when I know things could be so much worse. But could things go our way every once in a while, please?

Kristen