A short break from Carousel of Progress...oh wait, that's Dreams.
Story time.....
DD's job with
DCL is currently being held hostage by the doctor that did her physical. We thought we found a local doctor to do the paperwork. Found her through Transport Canada....supposedly has the certification to perform a maritime clearance. Turned out the Dr didn't have a clue. She was unprepared (even after we emailed all the docs ahead of time) and argumentative. She took a $200 payment, gave a receipt of $75 but couldn't do the paperwork. So in a desperate last ditch effort I called the clinic in Montreal that was the only Canadian option that DCL supplied. This is happening literally hours before I'm going to Punta Cana. I figured that DH still had a week of vacay time so he could take DD to Montreal as soon as we got back. I got the most amazing lady on the phone and she knows EXACTLY what I'm talking about and gives me very detailed info about the whole process. They have an account to direct bill DCL. She then tells me the earliest appt. is 4 days later and from there they have daily openings. I asked if there was a hotel near the clinic as we would be driving in from out of town. She asks where we live....I tell her and she says, we have a clinic in Toronto. HOLY COW. So I book DD an appointment for 5 days later....while I'm still away. It was a 3 hour process but she was finished and had passed everything they just needed the bloodwork back and the papers would be uploaded to DCL.
Well, here it gets interesting. The paperwork was supposed to take, at most, 10 business days. Why...I don't know. Everything was filled out and signed while DD was there, and bloodwork only takes 24hrs. DD called a few days before the 10 days were up to ask for an update. There was none....they don't answer the phone or emails. A few days later she gets an email stating that ONE thing on her bloodwork was elevated and she needed to follow up with our doctor. This info passed along on a Friday afternoon. I called our doc's office and managed to convince the rude secretary to email all this stuff to the doc so she could see it before Monday....I knew her before she was even my doc. Monday morning I get an email asking for DD to come in that day. Turns out the elevated number is so slightly elevated that no doctor would think anything of it AND it's from a test that is only for alcoholism. My doc is baffled but she writes a letter confirming that DD is not an alcoholic, never has been and is completely healthy including her liver. The doctor also sent DD immediately for more blood, all liver tests......all came back the next day, text book perfect. The letter my doc wrote was not accepted and they basically sent the same email again asking for more info. So again today we go to my doctor. She pulls out the few tests that DD has had over her life which were back in 2009, makes copies for us. She copies the latest blood report and makes copies of her chart notes. Then again writes a letter and this time writes the letter on the email answering each point they asked for. She then adds a note at the bottom saying that it is highly likely that the number they question is just what DD's normal is.
From there DD and I get in the car and drive to Toronto to the clinic. She's totally defeated and I'm a dog with a bone at this point. We are going to march in that office and demand to see someone face to face. Joke was on me...neither the Dr or the occupational admin person are in the office today. I tried to beg the receptionist to do anything she could to expedite this and could they PLEEEEEASE get this finished tomorrow. I told her DD is about to lose her job as it's now a week past the deadline for the clearance. She was a nice lady but I doubt that she was going to do anything other than put the papers in the proper inbox. We left but I will say that I think DD was feeling a little bit better about the whole thing. So now we wait.
I took DD for a Costco shopping spree right after which naturally lifted her spirits. LOL....she bought a bunch of things she needs for the ship. Add in a hotdog with fries and everything is right with the world again. I feel better purging all that.....thanks and my apologies all at the same time.
Now ...back to our regularly scheduled program.
