I thought that last whine would make me feel better but then I remembered that I am also really mad with our doctor’s surgery. They relocated and did not inform patients!
On Tuesday I got my two cranky, sick kids up and dressed and out the door in hope of being near the front of the queue to see the doctor. When we got there, a receptionist who was packing boxes told us the clinic had moved. I asked why they had not sent patients a letter (not in my nicest tone) and she said they’d sent fliers to people in the local area. Yeah, well I live in a different suburb and I have a ‘no junk mail’ sticker on my letterbox.
If I’d gone a week later the old clinic would have disappeared and I would have no idea where my doctor – not to mention all our medical records – had gone.
The new clinic is in an inconvenient location with no free parking and no kids’ play area. By the time we got there Tuesday the waiting room was packed, the kids were nuts and I was ready to kill someone.
Thankfully my doctor is also really mad with the whole situation. The doctors in the practice were not consulted about the move and have been fielding countless angry patients. We spent a good five minutes complaining about it to each other and both felt better afterwards!
And now I must away again as Hugo’s been back into the bathroom and drawn all over his face with eye liner. Great.