I have run afoul with a surgeon, and Silas' tonsillectomy has been postponed for absolutely no logical reason. Hell hath no fury like a nesting mama trying to get her son well so that she can move him into the Big Boy room and prepare for a baby that will be here in WEEKS, not months, and yesterday afternoon I lost my cool. Someone very lovingly told me I was like a mama badger.
Aren't you glad you aren't on the receiving end of this?
So we have an appointment with a new ENT on Monday (take THAT, Mr. I-Couldn't-Possibly-Have-Time-To-Call-You-Back-And-Make-An-Informed-Decision-About-Your-Son's-Health), which surprisingly actually does not postpone the surgery any longer than just waiting dutifully for our former ENT to get around to us.
Really, I am a perfectly reasonable person.
Until you tell me I can't get my baby's room ready for another month AND I'm going to continue to have a sick toddler for another month because you don't have time to CALL ME BACK.