M2 was up all night with an ear ache. I was on hold 35 minutes with the pediatrician's office. I asked DH to call in and specifically said "get to reception and ask if triage is working." Oh my gosh. You'd think I had asked him to check her ears and write the script-
him: who's the pedi? what's the number? I'm on hold with triage.
me: NO GET TO FRONT DESK TO MAKE SURE TRIAGE IS WORKING.
him:Main line busy. On hold with triage.
me: GET THE FRONT DESK. NEVERMIND I GOT AN APPOINTMENT.
him: transferred to nurse.
me: NEVERMIND I HAVE AN APPOINTMENT
If anything happens to me will someone please tell my husband that all information is in the firebox? Please also make sure that they don't all end up on hoarders.