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Time to vent you mother fuckers:
Okay. So. I'm all ready for my surgery. Haven't ate since dinner last night. Get up this morning, or should I say afternoon, get all ready - cleaned my room, french braided my hair, get all scrubbed out, all my shit together. Go to Border's and buy 2 books to read during recovery. Get to the hospital. Sign in, get registered. Get called into the room. The lady takes my BP and temp. Then says to me...
"You're here for a follow-up, right?"
I looked at her and, if you know me, you know my dirty looks, gave her one of those and said, "No, dear, I'm here for surgery."
"Oh, Dr. Patterson doesn't do surgery here."
My heart dropped. Kerplunk. "What do you mean, I called to schedule my surgery and then told me today. I'm here."
"Well, he'll be in shortly and you can talk with him," she says.
"Can my mom come in ere so I can talk to her?"
"I'll go get her."
Meanwhile while my mom is venturing into my room she starts talking to the secretary, and come to find out, the dirty stupid mother fuckers scheduled me wrong.
You see, when I first met with the doctor after my FIRST surgery, like a 2 weeks ago, he had told me that his secretary was going to call me so I could sched my surgery. So 2 days later she calls me, and I was at work so she left a message. I called her back te next day but she wasn't in so I spoke with some dude.
"I need to schedule my removal of my pilonidal cyst."
He reads me off some dates, and I pick Thursday, June 2. TODAY.
Finished business, right? Pshh, ain't ever that easy for Lippy.
So, as my mom is talking to the secretary I come out and see them talking asking, "What the shit's going on?"
The secretary says to me, "Well, the people in scheduling didn't understand that removal of a cyst is day surgery and not an office visit, so they sent you here, to Outpatient Services, instead of Hanhemain Hospital. They don't understand all the lingo we use down here."
Mother fuckers. I walked outside, so pissed off I couldn't even squeeze out a tear or two, or 15. Pure fury. My mom was scared because she obviusly knows my temper tops the Richtor scales, but as long as my mom wasn't too pissed I kept my cool too.
So they rescheduled my surgery to NEXT FUCKING WEDNESDAY. I'm sure by then my cyst will be the size of a softball.
Morons. Nothing can ever go the way it needs to, right? But then again, everything happens for a reason. The reason, this time, being - i get Fri., Sat., Sun., Mon., & Tues. off to do whatever the fuck I want. No work. Nada. Zip. Zilch. However I feel like a low life when I don't have a constant flow of money coming in, and even though it's only a coule days I'm still gonna be stressed out. Just the way I am.
On a much better note, me and my friend have been seeing each other more and more. He's in Cali for a week though. Miss him. We almost fell asleep together last night because I went over from 11-2:30. It probably would've been the cutest thing I've ever seen. It's so wierd that I've known him since 8th grade. That's like 7 years. I guess it's kinda like, the thing that you're looking for has been there all along, right by your side. And you search so long to find it elsewhere, but it's right there in front of you. I don't want to jinx this shit though, so I'm going to shut up.
But, whenever I think about it, I think of that Northstar song that says, "Warming up to an old friend." Smiles for meeeeeeee. :) :) :)
Okay. So. I'm all ready for my surgery. Haven't ate since dinner last night. Get up this morning, or should I say afternoon, get all ready - cleaned my room, french braided my hair, get all scrubbed out, all my shit together. Go to Border's and buy 2 books to read during recovery. Get to the hospital. Sign in, get registered. Get called into the room. The lady takes my BP and temp. Then says to me...
"You're here for a follow-up, right?"
I looked at her and, if you know me, you know my dirty looks, gave her one of those and said, "No, dear, I'm here for surgery."
"Oh, Dr. Patterson doesn't do surgery here."
My heart dropped. Kerplunk. "What do you mean, I called to schedule my surgery and then told me today. I'm here."
"Well, he'll be in shortly and you can talk with him," she says.
"Can my mom come in ere so I can talk to her?"
"I'll go get her."
Meanwhile while my mom is venturing into my room she starts talking to the secretary, and come to find out, the dirty stupid mother fuckers scheduled me wrong.
You see, when I first met with the doctor after my FIRST surgery, like a 2 weeks ago, he had told me that his secretary was going to call me so I could sched my surgery. So 2 days later she calls me, and I was at work so she left a message. I called her back te next day but she wasn't in so I spoke with some dude.
"I need to schedule my removal of my pilonidal cyst."
He reads me off some dates, and I pick Thursday, June 2. TODAY.
Finished business, right? Pshh, ain't ever that easy for Lippy.
So, as my mom is talking to the secretary I come out and see them talking asking, "What the shit's going on?"
The secretary says to me, "Well, the people in scheduling didn't understand that removal of a cyst is day surgery and not an office visit, so they sent you here, to Outpatient Services, instead of Hanhemain Hospital. They don't understand all the lingo we use down here."
Mother fuckers. I walked outside, so pissed off I couldn't even squeeze out a tear or two, or 15. Pure fury. My mom was scared because she obviusly knows my temper tops the Richtor scales, but as long as my mom wasn't too pissed I kept my cool too.
So they rescheduled my surgery to NEXT FUCKING WEDNESDAY. I'm sure by then my cyst will be the size of a softball.
Morons. Nothing can ever go the way it needs to, right? But then again, everything happens for a reason. The reason, this time, being - i get Fri., Sat., Sun., Mon., & Tues. off to do whatever the fuck I want. No work. Nada. Zip. Zilch. However I feel like a low life when I don't have a constant flow of money coming in, and even though it's only a coule days I'm still gonna be stressed out. Just the way I am.
On a much better note, me and my friend have been seeing each other more and more. He's in Cali for a week though. Miss him. We almost fell asleep together last night because I went over from 11-2:30. It probably would've been the cutest thing I've ever seen. It's so wierd that I've known him since 8th grade. That's like 7 years. I guess it's kinda like, the thing that you're looking for has been there all along, right by your side. And you search so long to find it elsewhere, but it's right there in front of you. I don't want to jinx this shit though, so I'm going to shut up.
But, whenever I think about it, I think of that Northstar song that says, "Warming up to an old friend." Smiles for meeeeeeee. :) :) :)