By Bev Feldman
I am driving to a job this am... it's a big commercial. (I own a teleprompting service and 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 some strong opinions about advocating for your child and insisting upon a correct diagnosis.
So I get out my iPhone and call the station. I talk to the screening guy, who really likes the aspect of a parent advocating for their child and so he moves me to the front of queue. I'm next!!! I am so excited! I'm going to have the chance to talk about Lyme in SoCal, the usual misdiagnoses that follow, and encourage parents who advocate for their children to not accept a diagnosis that does not speak to ALL of the symptoms! The information I give out will raise awareness and could save lives!
Not today its not.
The iPhone 3GS (4th one in a year) dependably drops the call. I am sputtering. I am apoplectic! I yell very bad words in my car. I get to my location, and I grab 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 grab my equipment cart and roll into the stage to do my part on a commercial for... AT&T.
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