She's so hot she's making me sexist. Bitch.
Dear hospital,
You are all fucktards.
Okay. I know things have to be rescheduled sometimes. It happens. Which is why I didn't mind rescheduling an MRI because suddenly MRIs aren't done on Fridays. Fine. Whatever.
I'm not going to be quite as understanding when I got a call last night saying that everything was rescheduled for this week. And, oh hey, by the way, you have an MRI tomorrow. I think this was my reaction to this:
Lady: Blah blah blah, stuff on Friday, these times, start at 8 be done somewhere around 2.
Me: Yep. *writing shit down*
Lady: And your MRI is tomorrow at 5.
Me: *writing-* ...Oh.
See, hospital, I don't have a car. And I can't drive Mandy's car if she's on the motorcycle because I have one leg. I tried maneuvering a parking lot in mom's car and it involved sitting at an awkward angle so my foot could even reach the pedals, moving the steering wheel up as far as I could and blocking off the speedometer, and still smashing my knee into it every time I went for the brakes.
Because I don't have a car, I rely on getting rides from other people. These people have things called jobs, and job interviews, and college. It's not always easy to get rides to the hospital, even when I have weeks to set it up. There have been plenty of appointments where I'm dropped off by one person, and someone else comes by after work to pick me up. So, gee, I guess it's a good thing I fucking lucked out and found a ride for today and tomorrow.
And, for the record, I do not appreciate getting a call this morning from radiology saying "Oh. We rescheduled your MRI for 6."
WELL, GEE, HOSPITAL, GOOD THING MY RIDE DIDN'T HAVE ANYTHING ELSE PLANNED. FUCKING CHRIST. IS THAT NECESSARY? REALLY? JESUS CHRIST. I HATE EVERYTHING.
...
Oh. Excuse me. I just got a call in the middle of writing. NEVER MIND. The MRI is back to 5:00. WTF HOSPITAL.
....
This part I'm writing after having gotten the MRI. At 5. Traveler complained to the people in charge, who apologized profusely. However, the lady who talked to me about the time change this morning told me that some of the problem was probably caused by the oncology clinic, because they scheduled everything for me. Which I had figured, and seeing as how I now have an appointment with them tomorrow after all my scans, I definitely plan on asking what the fuck just happened and why it was so fucking necessary to reschedule everything for one week earlier. The lady who called me to tell me that the MRI was today said that they've been leaving messages on both me and Mandy's phones, but neither of us have any messages. So. FUCK. I hate everything, the end.
You are all fucktards.
Okay. I know things have to be rescheduled sometimes. It happens. Which is why I didn't mind rescheduling an MRI because suddenly MRIs aren't done on Fridays. Fine. Whatever.
I'm not going to be quite as understanding when I got a call last night saying that everything was rescheduled for this week. And, oh hey, by the way, you have an MRI tomorrow. I think this was my reaction to this:
Lady: Blah blah blah, stuff on Friday, these times, start at 8 be done somewhere around 2.
Me: Yep. *writing shit down*
Lady: And your MRI is tomorrow at 5.
Me: *writing-* ...Oh.
See, hospital, I don't have a car. And I can't drive Mandy's car if she's on the motorcycle because I have one leg. I tried maneuvering a parking lot in mom's car and it involved sitting at an awkward angle so my foot could even reach the pedals, moving the steering wheel up as far as I could and blocking off the speedometer, and still smashing my knee into it every time I went for the brakes.
Because I don't have a car, I rely on getting rides from other people. These people have things called jobs, and job interviews, and college. It's not always easy to get rides to the hospital, even when I have weeks to set it up. There have been plenty of appointments where I'm dropped off by one person, and someone else comes by after work to pick me up. So, gee, I guess it's a good thing I fucking lucked out and found a ride for today and tomorrow.
And, for the record, I do not appreciate getting a call this morning from radiology saying "Oh. We rescheduled your MRI for 6."
WELL, GEE, HOSPITAL, GOOD THING MY RIDE DIDN'T HAVE ANYTHING ELSE PLANNED. FUCKING CHRIST. IS THAT NECESSARY? REALLY? JESUS CHRIST. I HATE EVERYTHING.
...
Oh. Excuse me. I just got a call in the middle of writing. NEVER MIND. The MRI is back to 5:00. WTF HOSPITAL.
....
This part I'm writing after having gotten the MRI. At 5. Traveler complained to the people in charge, who apologized profusely. However, the lady who talked to me about the time change this morning told me that some of the problem was probably caused by the oncology clinic, because they scheduled everything for me. Which I had figured, and seeing as how I now have an appointment with them tomorrow after all my scans, I definitely plan on asking what the fuck just happened and why it was so fucking necessary to reschedule everything for one week earlier. The lady who called me to tell me that the MRI was today said that they've been leaving messages on both me and Mandy's phones, but neither of us have any messages. So. FUCK. I hate everything, the end.