By Bev Feldman
I am driving to a job this am... it's a big commercial. (I work in the entertainment business.) I am listening to my car radio, KPCC/NPR to a call-in show, where a patient advocate (publicizing her book) is talking about whether or not one should question an MD's diagnosis. Well, having experienced my daughter being serially misdiagnosed by 24 different doctors, I have strong opinions about parents advocating for their child and insisting upon a diagnosis that fits ALL of the symptoms, not just the ones they can make into individual diseases. It's a stand that can make you unpopular with doctors. Too bad.
I get out my AT&T iPhone and call the station. I talk to the screening guy, who really loves the angle of a parent advocating on behalf of their child and so he moves me to the front of queue. I'm next!!! I am so excited! I have fire in the belly: I'm going to have the chance to talk about the misdiagnoses of Lyme Disease in Southern California! The information I give out will raise awareness and will literally save lives!
No it won't.
My AT&T iPhone dependably drops the call. I am sputtering. I am apoplectic! I yell in my car. I pound the steering wheel! I get to the set, and I throttle the first unfortunate production assistant I can find. I tell him that I know he doesn't know me, but I need him to do me a very big favor and just LISTEN to me vent for 2 minutes. I do, and he kindly listens. I am better. I probably won't kill anyone.
I grab my equipment cart and roll into the stage to do my part on a big commercial for... AT&T.


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