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15 November 2001 17:09![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
juldeaI have to relate what just happened to me. It has been one of the most disturbing experiences in my entire life.
So the doctor that I originally got the number for is pretty booked up for counselling and really can only see me for a medication analysis thingy. So I call my insurance company again, and get the numbers for just therapists, not MDs to prescribe medication. I get a few numbers, all members of the Norman Counselling Clinic.
I call, and talk to a nurse, and she says that what will happen is she takes my information and gives it to the people there, and they will call me back within a few days to schedule an appointment with me. I give her my name and all the interesting details - including my home number and my new cell number. That's all.
All done and happy, I get back to work, and make some phone calls.
During one of the calls, my OLD cell starts ringing. I am working, so I let it ring. It goes to voicemail, and I hear the little beep that tells me that someone has left a voicemail message.
I get off the phone, pick up my cell, and call voicemail. This is what I hear:
"Um, Trey, this is Dr. Hume from the Norman Counselling Center. Call me back sometime before 5:30 and we'll try and set up an appointment for you. etcetc blather..."
Now, I get wrong numbers sometimes. But this was a wrong number from the very people who are supposed to be calling me to set up an appointment. And I gave them the other cell number, quite absolutely.
This messed me up. I was sooooo freaked out.
I called them back, and I got transferred to Dr. Hume, and after some very weirdness this story came out that partially explains what happened. He called my new cell number, it didn't work for some reason, so he called my home number, and on the voicemail there it has my old cell number, which he then called.
WHEW. At least something makes sense.
Neither one of us could figure out why he said "Trey" though.
I wonder if he thought that I was really psycho.
My adrenaline is still pumping. I really can't stress how really freaked out I was.
I'm going in on Monday. Yay, me! Except the guy is... I don't know. Bossy? We'll see.
So the doctor that I originally got the number for is pretty booked up for counselling and really can only see me for a medication analysis thingy. So I call my insurance company again, and get the numbers for just therapists, not MDs to prescribe medication. I get a few numbers, all members of the Norman Counselling Clinic.
I call, and talk to a nurse, and she says that what will happen is she takes my information and gives it to the people there, and they will call me back within a few days to schedule an appointment with me. I give her my name and all the interesting details - including my home number and my new cell number. That's all.
All done and happy, I get back to work, and make some phone calls.
During one of the calls, my OLD cell starts ringing. I am working, so I let it ring. It goes to voicemail, and I hear the little beep that tells me that someone has left a voicemail message.
I get off the phone, pick up my cell, and call voicemail. This is what I hear:
"Um, Trey, this is Dr. Hume from the Norman Counselling Center. Call me back sometime before 5:30 and we'll try and set up an appointment for you. etcetc blather..."
Now, I get wrong numbers sometimes. But this was a wrong number from the very people who are supposed to be calling me to set up an appointment. And I gave them the other cell number, quite absolutely.
This messed me up. I was sooooo freaked out.
I called them back, and I got transferred to Dr. Hume, and after some very weirdness this story came out that partially explains what happened. He called my new cell number, it didn't work for some reason, so he called my home number, and on the voicemail there it has my old cell number, which he then called.
WHEW. At least something makes sense.
Neither one of us could figure out why he said "Trey" though.
I wonder if he thought that I was really psycho.
My adrenaline is still pumping. I really can't stress how really freaked out I was.
I'm going in on Monday. Yay, me! Except the guy is... I don't know. Bossy? We'll see.
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