Today, I found out just how much doctors don't value your time.
Finally, the ball is rolling on my dad's treatments; it took a phone call from my mother to the doctor to discover they hadn't even processed his paperwork yet. It was sitting on someone's desk, probably encrusted with coffee stains and neon-glow cheesy poof crumbs. But, at least they said, "oh, geez...come in tomorrow for an MRI at 1:30, then there's two more appointments: one at 2:30, and the next on Thursday morning at 9:30." Okay, fine. Forget the fact that I'm the one who has to drive him there: "Uh, boss, I just found out that you'll be losing two half-days of productivity from me with no notice because of scheduling incompetence." Luckily, her attitude was that of "you gotta do what you gotta do." Whew. So, that being said, I get to my parents' house, when my mother tells me the appointment was moved up to 1:15. "*Teeth grinding* sure, *twitch* no problem *twitch twitch*."
I went to work earlier than usual today, then left to go to the appointments. They were long, but necessary. But, hey, as a consolation prize, I was treated to *ahem* Chinese (shhh, you didn't hear that). After we got back to the house, which was around 6:30, we discovered a voice mail from the doctor's office for tomorrow's appointment. [nasal voice] "We need to change your appointment time to 3:30 p.m." @#^%^$#%**($!!!!! Now, I have to go in to work tomorrow morning, which no one expects me to do since I haven't been able to tell anyone of the change, just to leave early again! Those f@#$ing *bleep* *bleep* *BLEEEEEEEEP*...
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