Had we been waiting all these months for an appointment with the wrong doctor?
The appointment with the surgeon looms on my calendar. My mental one, of course. Writing it down on an actual calendar would make it all too real.
The evening before, I look at the email reminder… 3:35 p.m. appointment, pediatric surgery.
Pediatric?
My husband is flabbergasted. “I specifically said I was making an appointment for my wife… didn’t I?”
Had we been waiting all these months for an appointment with the wrong doctor?
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