Thursday, January 8, 2009
When you get a call from the hospital, telling you that you have a procedure scheduled for 10:30...
And your online itinerary says 10:30 as well...
You are supposed to telepathically -- nay, fucking magically know that you are supposed to be there for 9.
But that way, you get to have the blank-faced receptionist stare at you like you are a fucking moron, and say "well.. too bad for you."
No port for me today. Another week of waiting and anxiety until I finally get to have this god damned procedure. You know when I finally get to go for it? On tuesday. Right about when I should be feeling okay again, after all this chemo shit. FUCK. MY. LIFE. Fuck cancer, fuck the hospital, fuck snarky receptionists, fuck everything.
I don't have the time or the energy to deal with this crap. I don't have the energy to deal with the stuff that comes unavoidably. I don't need any more shit added from surly assholes who hate their jobs.