Rheumatologist Saga

(July 16, 2008)

The new Rheumatoid doctor has apparently said he cannot see me. Since my eighteenth birthday is in three months, I am too close to being eighteen. However, the adult specialist won't see me because I'm still seventeen. The result is that, right now, I will probably have to wait until I am eighteen and whatever magically happens on that day happens. Which means in nine months I'll have only been able to be seen once by the doctor I most need to see. My parents are pretty frustrated, and intend to push for something when we get back. I'm rather resigned--I've waited this long that a couple more months of waiting doesn't seem awful, and I've stopped expecting to have a speedy diagnosis.