Goddamn I hate waiting for lab results.
I mean, on a grander scheme, I like the fact that our doctors base their decisions on confirmed lab work. On the other, there are times when I am quite capable of interpreting the familiar symptoms, and I don't want to freaking wait for some piece of paper to tell me what I already know.
Case in point: Minifob has been having a major regression into his old OCD symptoms. We've suspected for awhile, based on specific improvements while on particular antibiotics, that part of his puzzle includes an autoimmune disease called
PANDAS. Basically when PANDAS kids are exposed to strep, instead of getting a sore throat or a fever, they get OCD symptoms instead. Anyway, this flareup gave us the opportunity to test his strep titers to confirm it, which is great and all, but in the meantime I had to live with three weeks of severe door obsessions while I got an appointment with the doctor, went to get the bloodwork, waited for the results, and got another appointment with the doctor to go over the results and get the antibiotic prescription called in. And then the medical assistants were all off for Good Friday, so I don't get the antibiotic prescription called in until Monday. Pbbbt.
Meanwhile, we have
also been waiting on stool test labwork for Minifobette to confirm that her 14-day course of Flagyl did not, in fact, clear up the aggressive bacterial infection she developed while on the liquid diet. I knew it hadn't, but again, all I can do is scoop the poop into the little vial with the plastic spoon, FedEx it off, and wait 4 weeks for everyone to get their shit together (ha ha ha) and find the misplaced results so they can finally tell me, "Oh, look, she's riddled with
Enterobacter cloacae. She needs more antibiotics."
...And then the medical assistants were all off for Good Friday, so I don't get the antibiotic prescription called in until Monday. At least I only have to make one trip to the pharmacy, right?