It's the end of the week.

He said I'd know something by the end of the week.

I called Monday. I called today. I don't know anything yet.

I know that his territory covers three enormous states, but doesn't he know that he's dealing with the world's most impatient person?

I really thought that by calling on Monday he'd have called by now. But nothing.

I'll be a pest and call tomorrow, too. I know, so not likely to be productive, but I want to know what I'm dealing with.

A potential complication, though, is my decision not to be seen at Mayo anymore. You have to have a doctor sign off on the prescription, which makes sense. And with me technically not being seen by M2 anymore, she can't sign off on it.

I haven't severed ties with Dr. S, though. His name is on my prescription for my strips and insulin. And I talked to him about getting a CGMS. So while I likely won't go back to him, I suppose it would be easy enough to put his name on the prescription.

*sigh* It's the end of the week and I don't have answers yet.