I've entered into the wonderful world of waiting. I think God is getting me back. I work in agencies with waiting lists, I know how to smile sadly when someone is in desperate need but there is nothing I can do. I'll never smile that smile again. I really need an evaluation regarding my wheelchair and to get the ball rolling for a scooter. Further, there are some environmental things I'd like to learn to adapt, some skills I'd like to reclaim. All this is possible, only after an assessment.
Months ago my Doctor made the referral and it took a couple of weeks to talk to someone about getting on the wait list. They have the weirdest answering machine I've ever spoken to ... after saying the agency name it begins with a list of things they don't want you to leave a message about, it's a long list. But we finally made contact about making contact. Now I get a call every week to say that I'm still on the waiting list and, um, sorry, (I can hear her smiling that sad smile) it's going to be awhile longer.
I broke on Sunday and left a long message, the kind they don't want you to leave, saying that I'm getting frustrated with the wait and I would like to actually speak to someone, rather than talking to a machine with an attitude. They called first thing Monday morning and I was sitting in one of the most boring conference presentations that I've ever had to endure. It made paint drying seem like porn in comparison.
Joe took the call and the woman explained that my call, unwanted and unwarrented, indicated that I didn't seem to understand that when you are on a waiting list, you WAIT.
Um, OK, thanks for clarifying that.
At the end of the conference a woman asked me, "Do you have a better chair than that at home?" I told her that this was it. She said, "I'm an OT and I notice wheelchairs, this one really isn't the type that would be best for you ..."
I leveled my gaze at her and said, "I'm on a waiting list for an OT assessment, but maybe we can bypass that right now ..."
"Um, sorry, (insert sad smile) ...