A few weeks ago Maxfield had his 18-month check up. Dr. R. suggested we get blood work done so she would have a base line reading. A couple of days later they call us and say that Max’s white blood cell count is a little low and that we should get another blood test to see if it is a fluke. Apparently Max’s reading is only .3 (point three) below the bottom range. But it is enough to warrant concern.
Lauren takes Max in again this past Monday to have the blood drawn.
This is the phone call that she got on Wednesday.
Nurse: Hi this is the nurse Louise from Dr. R’s office. I am calling about Maxfield’s blood test. His white blood cell count is still low. It is .3 (point 3) lower than the last test, and, oh…Oh.. . I should have the Dr. look at this. I will have someone call you back.
The nurse hangs up.
Now, for real, seriously, Louise, what the fuck is wrong with you? You would think, in nursing school, they would teach you that you DO NOT call parents, and say “…oh..oh I should have the Dr. look at this. I will have someone call you back.”
The worst part, NO ONE CALLED US BACK!
What the fuck! The guy who treats our grass with pesticides and fertilizers lets me know right away if he sees something that needs to be fixed or addressed and it’s fucking grass. Not a child. Grass.
So Lauren and I sit for 24 hours waiting to hear from the doctor. Nothing. I had to call them myself. I left a message and had to wait another 4 hours for Dr. R. to call me. When she finally did, she told us it is nothing to worry about. It could be that Max just had a viral infection and that Max needs to have another blood test. It could be Max's baseline reading is just slightly lower than normal. If the WBC is still low we will need to go see a specialist. I pray that is not the case.
But if it is, I hope the specialist has the same “bedside manners” as the fertilizer guy.