Okay, everyone together now...THANK YOU LINDA!

While I've been distracted by the school saga, the doctor bullshit has continued to get deeper as well. Which ended up being kind of school related as well, but for The Girl, not The Boy.

Last year, I was stupid. I know, I didn't tell you about it at the time. I figure, what you don't know, you don't know, so it all works out, you see? Anyway, The Girl was missing an MMR shot and couldn't start Kindergarten until I took her to the doctor's, got her the shot, she started school, and then I was stupid.
You see, I didn't write down the MMR shot on her immunization log. So, when I registered her here for First Grade and they copied down her immunizations, she's showing one short. And on the 17th, the new school called and informed me she was missing an MMR shot.

As I mentioned before the people at The Girl's new school have always been very friendly and helpful (see?! I'm not always a whiny bitch). Linda, the school's nurse who called me, was very understanding when I explained the above and said I could just have my doctor's office fax the record of the shot.

Um

This is the same doctor's office I've been trying to get to fax my medical information to the new doctor's office since June 23.

Seriously.

And I explained this to dear Linda. And then called the doctor's office again and asked the flavor-of-the-month receptionist to please fax the info to the school. And while she was at it, to please please pretty please fax my medical information to my new doctor.
Uh, not her job. (and I can so see her cocking her head to the side and giving me the talk-to-the-hand shit while she says it too)

So every two or three days I would call Linda to see if the information had arrived and then would call talk-to-the-hand-job girl and leave another message when it didn't.

Then came Monday.

Enter Linda.

Linda decided on Monday that this was a getting to be a little ridiculous (ya think?) and decided it's summer and she really had nothing better to do and asked for the doctor's number so she could call herself to ask for The Girl's information.

Repeatedly.

Every hour, in fact.

Until call number 4 around lunchtime when Linda called me back to let me know about the little fax she was currently holding in her hand and that The Girl would be able to start school on time.

Of course, I talked to the new doctor's office today and do you think that while they were faxing one thing yesterday that they would bother to fax the other? Um, no. So still no doctor's appointments for me and I had to call hand job girl again.

I wonder if Linda is still bored?