After leaving another message with the private rooms of Dr NSFU*
- mentioning that even though I may not be her private patient, she has nonetheless made a decision delaying our treatment which I would like to talk to her or another doctor about;
- explaining that the clinic had not called me back after numerous messages; and
- saying the magic words "Health Services Commissioner"...
I got a call back from the clinic - yes, they can fit us in for an appointment tomorrow!
Woo hoo! So at least we get to talk to a doctor who can make a decision, and we've got a chance of at least starting this cycle.
Thank you all for your support and good wishes - clearly the universe's desperate wish facility is in working order today (for us at least). Now perhaps I can devote my brain to what it really should be doing... (marking take-home exams and fixing footnotes)
love and wishy goodness to all of you,
* No sperm for you! (unless you jump through hoops 1 through to 267... )
Celebratory picture of the Milagros a friend gave me which graces our front door. Until I read Angie's post I had no idea what it was, just that it was meant to bring good luck. Gracias mi milagra! [and apologies for the lousy spanish]
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