Are you trying to give me a heart attack?

Yesterday was a lovely day, Mr. P and I went to the Cubs game (they even WON!) and walked around a bit. Had a beer, enjoyed the nice sunshine, people watched. Feeling good.

All that came crashing to a halt when we got home, and there was a message from the far-away clinic. Saying they don't have my paperwork and medical records for my consult on Monday. WHAT????

I FedEx-ed this to them over 2 weeks ago. And I have a signature confirmation and everything. And of course, by the time I get this message, they are closed. For the holiday weekend. Until Monday. When my appointment is supposed to be.

So needless to say I freak out.

Of course they asked me to fax them everything immediately. We don't have a fax machine at home. I mean, really, other than doctors, who uses a fax these days??? Get email people!! My file is like 60+ pages. At my local Kinkos it costs almost $2 a page to fax (what a rip-off, but that's another rant for another day). So after freaking out some more, I decide to fax them the 20-page form they require, along with the signature confirmation from FedEx and a cover page that tells them they do in fact have my stuff. And to call or email me ASAP to let me know they have the fax and found my file.

Today I've calmed down a bit, but if I have to delay my consult because they lost my stuff I will seriously lose my shit. Is it too much to ask for the office people in a medical practice to be vaguely competent? I have yet to encounter it.

And of course, keeping with the theme of my life, I have to wait til Monday to find out if I get to move forward. Grrrrrrrr....