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lea_hazelThis spring I decided I need to commit to a course of desensitization injections to deal with my allergies on a more permanent basis. I was feeling pretty good with the decision, I went to the doctor and got a referral, and set about calling the clinic to make an appointment.
The fact that making appointments to certain clinics is a weeks-long obstacle course is something I have learned, sadly, to accept. So this morning I made all the correct moves, called exactly at the right time, and did everything as I was instructed. I got pretty angry when I realized the fax I had sent them last Thursday, due to my inability to read my doctor's handwriting, was basically tossed in the trash.
I was dealing pretty well with my anger though, and I was actually kind of proud of myself. I didn't start flipping my shit until the nice lady on the phone started screaming at me to "first of all, calm down". That is the sort of thing that makes me flip my shit.
The long and short of it being, I am dealing with too much fucking bullshit right now to add this on top of anything. You don't die of pollen allergies and the blossoming season is basically over, anyway. At the end of August I will seriously consider making another doctor's appointment and politely asking my doctor to write her instructions in block capitals. Right now, I have fucking torn up the referral and all the paperwork associated with it, and endless fucking sticky notes, and tossed them in the trash as well.
I need a break from life.
The fact that making appointments to certain clinics is a weeks-long obstacle course is something I have learned, sadly, to accept. So this morning I made all the correct moves, called exactly at the right time, and did everything as I was instructed. I got pretty angry when I realized the fax I had sent them last Thursday, due to my inability to read my doctor's handwriting, was basically tossed in the trash.
I was dealing pretty well with my anger though, and I was actually kind of proud of myself. I didn't start flipping my shit until the nice lady on the phone started screaming at me to "first of all, calm down". That is the sort of thing that makes me flip my shit.
The long and short of it being, I am dealing with too much fucking bullshit right now to add this on top of anything. You don't die of pollen allergies and the blossoming season is basically over, anyway. At the end of August I will seriously consider making another doctor's appointment and politely asking my doctor to write her instructions in block capitals. Right now, I have fucking torn up the referral and all the paperwork associated with it, and endless fucking sticky notes, and tossed them in the trash as well.
I need a break from life.
