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I'm super irritated right now.
I was supposed to go to the dentist's today, cause I haven't been in two years and I'm starting to suspect that I have a cavity.
And then 1/2 an hour before the appointment, I get a call, and they're telling me that they can't find my insurance info. So, they ask me for the number on the card, etc. etc., and about DeMarco's. And then I tell them that my insurance isn't under DeMarco's, it's under my father (it didn't occur to me, when the secretary was asking me about my employer, that she was asking because she thought my insurance was through them).
They need my father's social security number, in order to make sure that I'm covered, and that I don't need to shell out $300 at the end of the visit. But my dad works nights. And is asleep right now.
I'm now 80% sure that I have a cavity, and I've never had one before, so I just want to get this all over with, and of course this was only a "pre-visit," because I'm not a regular patient. Why the fuck do I need a pre-exam exam? I just want the motherfucker to check out my teeth. I'm not marrying him.
On a completely different note:
I finished Atwood's Edible Woman last night. It was pretty good. Very different from her other stuff, but it was written pretty early in her career. Funny, and strange. Great ending. I HIGHLY recommend her to ALL of you.
I was supposed to go to the dentist's today, cause I haven't been in two years and I'm starting to suspect that I have a cavity.
And then 1/2 an hour before the appointment, I get a call, and they're telling me that they can't find my insurance info. So, they ask me for the number on the card, etc. etc., and about DeMarco's. And then I tell them that my insurance isn't under DeMarco's, it's under my father (it didn't occur to me, when the secretary was asking me about my employer, that she was asking because she thought my insurance was through them).
They need my father's social security number, in order to make sure that I'm covered, and that I don't need to shell out $300 at the end of the visit. But my dad works nights. And is asleep right now.
I'm now 80% sure that I have a cavity, and I've never had one before, so I just want to get this all over with, and of course this was only a "pre-visit," because I'm not a regular patient. Why the fuck do I need a pre-exam exam? I just want the motherfucker to check out my teeth. I'm not marrying him.
On a completely different note:
I finished Atwood's Edible Woman last night. It was pretty good. Very different from her other stuff, but it was written pretty early in her career. Funny, and strange. Great ending. I HIGHLY recommend her to ALL of you.