I HATE.....
I really hate.. when you're in a room full of people.. that are voicing their opinions.. Opinions that you don't agree with... but you don't say anything because you dno't want to start anything.. But if you happen to voice an opinion of yours.. that THEY don't agree with.. Suddenly you're in the wrong. I hate that so much. I don't put up with it. When that happens.. I just leave. Some can testify to that fact.
I also hate my gynocologist. Back in the begining of July.. They were supposed to request authorization from my insurance company.. So that they could do my cryosurgery. (Yes. Surgery. If you don't know what it is.. and don't care enough to find out. I don't feel I should tell you)
Anyhow, they called me this morning. Check your calendars people. It's NOVEMBER!! They called to tell me that I really need to have it done. They said I should make an appointment immediately. Although, they can't do it.. until they send the results of other tests to my insurance. I refuse to have anything done that my insurance won't cover. I'm poor like that.
Plus, something this serious.. would be covered.. if the office would simply send in the abnormal test results. But instead they sit on their hands all day and goof off. Or help all the mexican pateints that are busy popping out 10 kids a year. (Sorry for that slight racism.. but it's true.. the office I go to is mostly mexicans. I even get funny looks when I go in there.)
So, tomorrow.. I'm going to take my new card down there. Give it to them to make a copy. And make sure they know they have to send them my god damn abnormal test results.. Because I don't know about you.. but I was brought up that when a doctor says you need a proceedure done.. with the word "surgery" attatched.. It's usually important. Plus, knowing what the abnormal test results show.. IT IS FUCKING IMPORTANT GOD DAMMIT!!
Then when I get done there.. I'm going to Whittier.. if my uncle likes it or not.. and I'm taking Jessica her birthday present. Along with some throught drops so she can hopefully NOT be sick on her birthday! Who knows how long I'll be able to stay. Not long I'm sure. I wouldn't want my uncle in my house if I was Jessica & I don't want to make him wait for hours in the car. We'll see.
Break Break.. Shatter the mirror
Glass Glass.. Glass in my hand
Blood Blood.. Blood on the counter
.:: Some Things Are Just Wrong With Me ::.
Tiffany
I also hate my gynocologist. Back in the begining of July.. They were supposed to request authorization from my insurance company.. So that they could do my cryosurgery. (Yes. Surgery. If you don't know what it is.. and don't care enough to find out. I don't feel I should tell you)
Anyhow, they called me this morning. Check your calendars people. It's NOVEMBER!! They called to tell me that I really need to have it done. They said I should make an appointment immediately. Although, they can't do it.. until they send the results of other tests to my insurance. I refuse to have anything done that my insurance won't cover. I'm poor like that.
Plus, something this serious.. would be covered.. if the office would simply send in the abnormal test results. But instead they sit on their hands all day and goof off. Or help all the mexican pateints that are busy popping out 10 kids a year. (Sorry for that slight racism.. but it's true.. the office I go to is mostly mexicans. I even get funny looks when I go in there.)
So, tomorrow.. I'm going to take my new card down there. Give it to them to make a copy. And make sure they know they have to send them my god damn abnormal test results.. Because I don't know about you.. but I was brought up that when a doctor says you need a proceedure done.. with the word "surgery" attatched.. It's usually important. Plus, knowing what the abnormal test results show.. IT IS FUCKING IMPORTANT GOD DAMMIT!!
Then when I get done there.. I'm going to Whittier.. if my uncle likes it or not.. and I'm taking Jessica her birthday present. Along with some throught drops so she can hopefully NOT be sick on her birthday! Who knows how long I'll be able to stay. Not long I'm sure. I wouldn't want my uncle in my house if I was Jessica & I don't want to make him wait for hours in the car. We'll see.
Break Break.. Shatter the mirror
Glass Glass.. Glass in my hand
Blood Blood.. Blood on the counter
.:: Some Things Are Just Wrong With Me ::.
Tiffany