It's all in my Head

Recently I required a referral from my doctor to a medical specialist - a neurologist to be precise. Long story but never volunteer to update your family medical history. It can lead to places you never thought you would go. Anyway, my doctor says she wants to schedule me for either a CAT scan or an MRI. She says the MRI is more accurate but could take a long time to get (the health care system being what it is). I think she's being an over achiever so I don't care how long the thing takes. I walk out the door and forget it. Just under two months later I'm lying on my back in a multi-million dollar tube wearing a Hannibal Lecter mask and thanking my stars that I'm not claustrophobic. Everyone kept asking me if I was and I didn't know - it had never come up before. I know I don't like being crowded by people so I was pretty sure that as long as there was no one else in there with me that I would be fine. Procedure over, post MRI consult - big gulp and a neurologist - from whom I receive a letter informing me of an appointment in three months - it copies me on the letter that was sent to the doctor in which the neurologist says (and yes I'm paraphrasing but the meaning is clear) "if you think this is too long to wait for your patient to see a neurologist then you should find yourself another neurologist who is not so bogged down in paper work that she doesn't have time to devote to patient care." Am I feeling good about this? Yes, I am and if you asked me why I'd have to say it's because my new neurologist believes that three months could be too long to wait. She's right, it is. Butit's much more reasonable the wait times that the fearmongers would have you believe. In the end, within the space of three months I've had two MRIs and one specialist appointment. One more month and I've seen two more neurologists and am scheduled for a third MRI and a fourth neurologist. I feel like the edical world is y friend.