Last week I had the unpleasant phone calls of my dental school postgrad student making impossible demands based on what I have to assume was intentional ignorance about diabetes to get out of the procedure he had already agreed to and said was fine when my HbA1c was significantly higher, but after it dropped it is now dangerously too high. In fact for the procedure to go ahead I would have to drop it to significantly below the diagnostic threshold within four weeks.... Two things that made it very clear he had no idea what he was talking about, quoting a demanded figure that was ridiculously low and below what many non-diabetics have (and that if HbA1c was there with medical intervention was indeed confirm they did not have type II diabetes) and in a time span that shows he does understand how the HbA1c is measured.
Every appointment I had had with him I had liked him a little less as a person, but I had managed to maintain professional respect until the last couple where he was clearly stuffing me around by making appointments from a specific thing and then either doing some pointless follow-up and rebooking the thing or just straight up cancelling the appointment only minutes before (and once I was already at the dental school). And then this.
Worst of all, I think this also ends me six or seven year waiting list wait, with the care I was waiting for not actually being done.
I expect better of the Otago School of Dentistry. I don't know why, I have had decades of experience of them and they have often been fairly careless with their patients - the poor are so easy to replace.
This week's unpleasant phone call was my mother contacting me (as she has done only a handful of times all year) to bulldoze me into pet sitting for her awful little dogs. So much of her usual approach of misrepresenting the situation with fact that any amount of investigation would prove false, talking over me and talking like I had already agreed when I was trying to say no and then just bulldozing until the fact that I am a soft touch gave her a victory she didn't deserve. And so I will be responsible for keeping alive dogs who hate me. Fun.
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