I learned something very strange, today...
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.
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Well... shit. I'm sorry, that's fucking ridiculous. :S
I'm convinced that every receptionist everywhere hates their job and takes it out on the clients, whoever they may be.
goddamn it. i'm sorry.
Oh my God, I'm sorry... this is just "n'importe quoi"... like you NEED that sort of stupid thing...
Well shit! Since when is the hospital the damn airport?! I mean... everybody knows that you need to show up at 8 for an 11:00 flight, but at the damn hospital?! Christ!
(And the sign posted at the Tavern states: "If assholes could fly... ...this place would be an airport!")
that officially sucks.
i think that we should just declare today, "Hate your Hospital Day." oh wait, this post isn't from today. hmmm well, pick another day. any one will do, i'm pretty sure ;-)
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