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clevermanka) wrote2013-02-19 09:02 am
clevermanka) wrote2013-02-19 09:02 am
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I'm not a quitter, but if I was, I'd be doing it right about now
This is pretty much how I feel right now, guys.
SO DISPIRITED.
Yesterday I was about two seconds and one piece of bad news from breaking down into tears. Not even any bad news in particular. Just...anything. Which, of course, came at 4pm when the fucking useless nurse at First Med left a message on my voice mail (I was in a fucking useless meeting) that made it plain she hadn't paid any attention at all to what I actually said in my message (that I left at 9am) about getting Dr. Burt to sign off on the blood work requested by Dr. Khosh. Not only did she not listen to my message she made a big deal of not knowing how to pronounce "Khosh" by trying to say it three times and then doing that typical American thing where she huffed and blew it off like "this crazy foreigner's name is too much trouble for me and why can't you just see a normal American doctor like A NORMAL PERSON." FUCK YOU NURSE CHERYL. OR SHERYL. WHATEVER.
When I called back, I was told that it was too late for him to sign off on them, and that if I wanted to get him to sign off on these blood tests, that I would need to come in and talk to him about them. That means taking more time off work and paying my $25 co-pay for an office visit.
The whole situation made me incredibly angry and I said I'd have to think about this and call them back (which I did this morning--I have an appointment for 8am on Thursday). It just seems like such a scam and not at all sympathetic to the patient. Also, I wanted to punch nurse Cheryl in the fucking face because she wouldn't even talk to me on the phone and instead made the poor receptionist relay all this information to me.
With these latest developments, I'm not going to be writing up anything about the halfway mark of the AIP. Because why. I'll wait until the end of the month to see how I feel about writing up my experiences after March 2. Right now I just want to chuck the whole goddamned thing and drink a bottle of wine. With some sweet potato fries. And a bowl of curry.
Luckily, last week I prepped a good Tumblr collection for today. I didn't realize at the time how very necessary it would be that I'd have such a pretty theme for me in my time of need. I give you Tuesday, February 19: Boys Kissing. You're welcome.
SO DISPIRITED.
Yesterday I was about two seconds and one piece of bad news from breaking down into tears. Not even any bad news in particular. Just...anything. Which, of course, came at 4pm when the fucking useless nurse at First Med left a message on my voice mail (I was in a fucking useless meeting) that made it plain she hadn't paid any attention at all to what I actually said in my message (that I left at 9am) about getting Dr. Burt to sign off on the blood work requested by Dr. Khosh. Not only did she not listen to my message she made a big deal of not knowing how to pronounce "Khosh" by trying to say it three times and then doing that typical American thing where she huffed and blew it off like "this crazy foreigner's name is too much trouble for me and why can't you just see a normal American doctor like A NORMAL PERSON." FUCK YOU NURSE CHERYL. OR SHERYL. WHATEVER.
When I called back, I was told that it was too late for him to sign off on them, and that if I wanted to get him to sign off on these blood tests, that I would need to come in and talk to him about them. That means taking more time off work and paying my $25 co-pay for an office visit.
The whole situation made me incredibly angry and I said I'd have to think about this and call them back (which I did this morning--I have an appointment for 8am on Thursday). It just seems like such a scam and not at all sympathetic to the patient. Also, I wanted to punch nurse Cheryl in the fucking face because she wouldn't even talk to me on the phone and instead made the poor receptionist relay all this information to me.
With these latest developments, I'm not going to be writing up anything about the halfway mark of the AIP. Because why. I'll wait until the end of the month to see how I feel about writing up my experiences after March 2. Right now I just want to chuck the whole goddamned thing and drink a bottle of wine. With some sweet potato fries. And a bowl of curry.
Luckily, last week I prepped a good Tumblr collection for today. I didn't realize at the time how very necessary it would be that I'd have such a pretty theme for me in my time of need. I give you Tuesday, February 19: Boys Kissing. You're welcome.
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