Monday, July 16, 2007

SHENANIGANS!!!

Oy.....it's official. I'm calling Shenanigans on....I don't know, pretty much the whole state of NC.

Actually, this time, I think it's the GME (Graduate Medical Education) office at my institution...so the NCMB comes down from on high and *ding!* grants me my license, right? So I get to start being a psychiatry resident, right? Oh, except, for, I need this thing called an NPI, which I believe stands for National Provider ID Number, which, I don't know, this is new, I always only had a DEA number before. But, okay, because this is usually one of those things that requires filing a form and a 24 hour turnaround, and hey, it might even come through by the end of business on Friday. If not, no worries, it'd be there Monday morning.

Except....not.

So, I continue to play this game wherein I wait for the phone to ring, to tell me if I'm going to work the next day. At least, at least, this time it's a function of red tape and paperwork. But, still.

Oh, and have I mentioned that I'm not getting paid at the moment? Nor do I have health insurance coverage? Ay yi yi....

Some day, something in my life is going to go smoothly, and according to plan, and I'm just not going to know what the fuck to do with that.

6 comments:

Valerie said...

Kate, if you have survived this much, you will see it through...I have confidence. I am cheering you on !!!!!!

Paige said...

And we wonder why our health care system is so jacked up---look who is in charge of it!

Sarah said...

Shenanigans!

Danielle said...

Hi, Kate. I just found your old email, and discovered you have a blog too. Thanks for the egreeting. First of many, definitely.

wrt this post, if it's just a "waiting for paperwork thing" instead of a "yes or no" thing, then it's definitely tolerable.

Enjoy CSI

Lorna said...

Oh, DK - just go kick some Chicago style butt.... How silly..

Hang tough!

Barb said...

Between you and Mir from "Woulda, Coulda, Shoulda" the South is getting a pretty black eye for welcoming people. You could always come to Texas! Here, people might screw you over but at least... well, I can't think of an "at least." How depressing is that?