After spending the better part of an hour on the phone just now, calling one number to get a "This number cannot be connected as dialed message," then calling another number to get another number where they gave me...you guessed it...yet another freakin' number! After several calls I finally spoke to an actual person, a nice one at that - I'm so lucky!
She was pleased to inform me that Bryce has been on the Medically Dependant Children's Program's waiting list since Sept. 18, 2009 and this August will be considered to have been on the list for 3 years. At this I allowed myself to get a teensy bit hopeful, maybe, just maybe, he was getting close. Then she burst my tiny bubble by informing me that of the 40,000 children on said list Bryce is currently number
I can't help but ask the obvious here. What is the point of a waiting list for a children's program if it's so long that they're barely children anymore by the time they reach the top? Errggh.
I swallowed my fury and politely asked if there is anything we could do to get moved up on the list. She .... wait for it ... yep, you guessed it, didn't you? She gave me another number. Okay, now we all just have to get a good laugh out of this because if Bryce's life thus far has taught me nothing, it has taught me that a good laugh, no matter the circumstance, is almost as good as drugs or alcohol. And since Baby On The Way (as I'm now affectionately referring to the bean in my belly) certainly doesn't need to start such experimentation this early on, a laugh will just have to suffice.
So, long story too long, I called the last phone number, where I applied for Personal Care Services to get someone to take an interest in helping me help Bryce get the services he needs. But not before being given one last number, a ticket number for my call...oh, and the number to call back in TWO weeks if someone hasn't called me yet.
Wish us luck!