I finally get a call from the super busy appointment scheduler after about two weeks of trying to secure just one appointment.
I need the appointment for Christian with a neurologist in Phoenix in order start the Ketogenic Diet. It's a formality. And because they have to evaluate Christian to make sure he's a candidate and that he's tried other things that were unsuccessful.
I finally got the appointment...in December...December 14th...Lola's 1st birthday...wait, it gets better.
Not only is the soonest appointment available on my baby daughter's 1st birthday, but the only epileptologist available in the shortest amount of time is THE doctor. That's right, the one and only doctor that our neuro in Tucson suggested we NOT make an appointment with because "we wouldn't mesh well together." No other doctor is available for a single, frickin' consult until January, February, March, or April.
In addition to that awesome news, I was also informed that contrary to what I had been told, they would need to admit Christian to the hospital to start the diet.
I stood in my kitchen a little dumbfounded. Listed above are all things that can be worked around. It was just the sudden barrage of information completely opposite of what I had envisioned. I had to tell the scheduler I'd call her back.
I didn't even know what to say. I just felt that it was all wrong. I'm a really big believer in signs if you haven't already guessed, and all these signs coming my way at the same time in the same conversation was crazy overwhelming.
So I sat down and thought. My dear husband tries really hard to talk me out of my worry, but today I wasn't even hearing a word he said because I was trying to process what to do next. Just go ahead with the appointment with the doctor, the only doctor I was told NOT to pursue?
After processing, I got up off the couch and looked at the myketocal.com website for the list to the other practice I had heard about. The other practice of pediatric neurologists just happened to be the same group along with the same dietitian the little girl I met last Sunday at church goes to. I called, got through to the scheduler right away, and we have an appointment in three weeks for the consult. I spoke with the dietitian and she assured me we wouldn't have to be admitted to the hospital to begin the diet.
I know it seems like really small facts and changes of plans that can be worked around, but there were just too many things at the same time not lining up how we had planned for me to continue with scheduling the appointment. This is a big deal and it has to be right.
November 17th, here we come!
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