For the first few minutes, she continued to cut me off, saying what she wanted to say without even listening to my questions, just moments before my husband stepped in and asked her to stop cutting me off, she changed. It became obvious that she realized that she was doing the very thing we were complaining about. So then the listening began and she spent a lot of time answering our questions.
When we explained that we wanted an MRI to rule out any physical problems, she smiled and said “I agree, that’s a good idea.”
Yep... I was stumped by that response, so I asked her, “Then why did you tell the neurologist that the MRI wasn’t necessary, thus declining approval to have it done?”
She seemed surprised, then as we back tracked through the details she realized that she made an error when talking with the neurologist thinking he was just calling to talk about our son’s case, she also confirmed that it was a mistake that he was diagnosed with Temper Dysregulation Disorder (more on that later). In the end, all these mistakes were due to her not listening to the neurologist and just talking away... like she does with me.
So after an apology, she ordered the MRI! (I’m now doing a happy dance)
The neurology department just called and scheduled it to be done in a few weeks.
I guess it’s worth it to fight the fight!