Then I get a phone call.
Dr. Fuckmeover is on vacation, so he can’t see me on Friday. Okay, that’s fine, I get another week to lose my 4 lbs or more.
Then they say, Yes the earliest we can see you is May 8th. EXCUSE ME? ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS RIGHT NOW? He was so adamant on seeing me in four weeks, and now he is on vacation? He didn’t know he was going to be on vacation the day I made this appointment? And now you are pushing my fucking surgery another 5 WEEKS??? If it takes three months to schedule, that means I may not be scheduled until August- I don’t want to wait that long. I’ve busted my ass to get all of this done and complete- I don’t want to wait any longer.
The worst part is, they didn’t care. They didn’t give a shit if they ruined all my plans or that I’d have to be stressed out for another 5 weeks. I don’t think I can take it anymore. I have put a lot of pressure on myself to lose this weight in a certain amount of time- if I go another 5 weeks i’ll have a heart attack.
I called my mom and she suggested calling my surgeon- maybe they can do something.
So I called my surgeons office and told them what happened and asked if I could see anyone else. The nurse told me they’d talk to my surgeon and call me back to let me know. I am PRAYING this is what will happen, I think I will be a lot less stressed if I don’t have to see Dr. Immoreimportantthanyou.
I talked to Meaghan- she said this is a blessing in disguise and I probably won’t have to see Dr. Fuckface ever again.
I talked to my co-worker Janine, who agreed emphatically that they are a bunch of assholes and shared in my pouting
I talked to my boyfriend and he told me i’ll make it work, because that’s who I am.
I love my support system
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