Re-entry

The title of this post is re-entry. It's could invoke thoughts of the Apollo missions successfully splashing into the ocean, jubilant astronauts and ticker tape parades. In reality re-entry for me is more about life just going on as before. Switching gears from the past 3 weeks to our version of "normality" with its baseball games, scout meetings and trips to the steroid free hamburger restaurant on Saturdays only- strange. It seems quite irrelevant to??? But then what is relevant? I've have an inkling- a 64bpm heart rate in a normal rhythm as proclaimed by my cardiologist 2 days ago is relevant to me. Moreover more than relevant it's important as it means I am getting better. I can now scratch one pill of my daily collection- the Beta Blocker.

My attempts to get sense out of the stupid receptionist at my Endocrinologist is also relevant and important to me:
Receptionist in broken English: "You can't have an appointment until next Tues."
Me: "Ok then you need to give me more pills."
Receptionist in broken English: "I can't get you a prescription because you have never been here to have an appointment."
Me: "But that's because you won't get me an appointment until next Tues."
Sigh. I decide I might as well try the death card.
Me: "Look if you don't give me more medication I will run out on Saturday and probably die before next Tues."
Receptionist in broken English: "Oh ok. I will ask the Dr." hangs up.

And it doesn't stop there. Within 24 hours she has called me back to cancel my appointment because she has double booked it with another patient and now has me scheduled for the middle of May!

So I decide to be awkward as I don't see the point in not being awkward and wonder if it will trigger realization in the Endocrinologist that he really ought to see me sooner than nearly 3 months after I nearly died.

Me: "What risk is there to me being on this medication for this prolonged period of time?"
Receptionist: "Are you at high risk?"
Me: "How should I know? I am asking you."
Receptionist: "Are you at high risk?"
Me rather slowly: "Let me try again: I am asking you if I am at high risk if I take this medication for a long time. I expect you to get the Dr. to get back to me and tell me if I am or not. Is that clear?"
Receptionist: "I'm writing this down. I will send him a message." hangs up.

Well at least I deduced that she was able to write.

I end up getting my Thyroid pills first from the Cardiologist who is quite happy to prescribe them and BTW my Cardiologist is Grrrreat and so is his staff. One day later I get a call from the Pharmacy to say that my Endocrinologist has also called in a similar prescription but it is for 1/3 the dose (and he hasn't even seen me and proposes to see me in 6 weeks). I wait until Saturday when I know Nancy the pharmacist is in and ask her.

"What would you do Nancy?"

I expect her to tell me to take 1 pill instead of 3 as she had initially freaked out that I was taking 3 in the first place and called around to the hospital for confirmation.
But no, she suggests I stay on 3 over the weekend and find out if this is a mistake on Monday.

Sound advice!