However... it might be an indicator of how tired I am of dealing with coordinating different doctor's offices.
And I'm also reminding myself that this is exactly why (or one of a long list of reasons) that I've just had her transferred to the office that Patch and James are seen at.
Here is what set of this disjointed, shaking my head at the sky, blog post.
It started with a message on my voice mail.
"Hi Cammie. This is *Kim at *The Child Clinic and I was just calling because you wanted a OT referral sent over to *The OT Place for Margaret. I see that you're other daughter goes there. But the problem is, we've never seen Margaret for anything that would indicate that she needs Occupational Therapy. I see that it's noted that she needs speech, but really you're going to have to bring her in here so that we can evaluate her to see if she needs OT."
*names changed... of course
I know, I know, it's not the fault of the woman that I'm going to be talking with, which is why I'm trying to do my very best to get the "are you kidding me" tone out of my voice right now (this blog post is part of that process, in case you were wondering). And it's definitely not her fault that I've been on the phone a dozen times this week arranging testing, appointments and trying to figure out how to fit everything in. But the idea that, after three years at this office, they don't have anywhere in her file that she's autistic is... kind of disturbing.
Although it does make me even more confident in my decision to move her over to the other practice (which will happen in two weeks.. so if nothing else I can get an OT referral then... I'd just rather not wait another two weeks since she really needs a new OT like, yesterday... and waiting lists can be long.).
And thankfully it's their lunch break, so I have an hour to come up with a friendly tone of voice when I ask if it doesn't say in her chart anywhere that she's autistic with sensory problems.