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Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Finding a pediatric rheumatologist
Where do you find a pediatric rheumatologist? I work in healthcare and when the physicians you work with tell you they think there is one, maybe two in New Orleans - I knew we were in trouble. The first three to four days after our appt., w/ Dr. B the dermatologist, were tough - A lot of fear, crying, praying (really begging). We went online, spoke w/ our pediatrician, checked with insurances and discovered there are only a handful of these specialist in the south. My father who has RA spoke w/ his physician and he recommended a doctor at Texas Children's Hospital in Houston.
This was one of the hardest calls I've ever made. I took a day off of work and sat in my living room researching the Internet to find the best care possible. I kept thinking maybe I'll find another doctor, or another. Should we go to Mayo? Chicago? NOLA? I finally realized I had to make the call, I had to make the appointment. Once I finally did, the poor receptionist couldn't even understand what I was saying for I was crying so hard. It made it real when I had to make the appointment and I didn't want it to be real.
We were able to get an appointment in a week in a half. Amazing - another blessing.
This was one of the hardest calls I've ever made. I took a day off of work and sat in my living room researching the Internet to find the best care possible. I kept thinking maybe I'll find another doctor, or another. Should we go to Mayo? Chicago? NOLA? I finally realized I had to make the call, I had to make the appointment. Once I finally did, the poor receptionist couldn't even understand what I was saying for I was crying so hard. It made it real when I had to make the appointment and I didn't want it to be real.
We were able to get an appointment in a week in a half. Amazing - another blessing.
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