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commotiocordis) wrote2007-11-01 11:07 pm
commotiocordis) wrote2007-11-01 11:07 pm
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Yet another dentist appointment has gone by where the receptionists were obnoxious, the drive there and back was long, the time waited in the office was both long and tedious, and after getting myself psyched up (as much as one can) for pain and misery, nothing happened.
I'm so tired of wasting time and gas money at these places. This time it was because they needed insurance information (my mother's SSN, which they expected me to know, idk why) and couldn't do anything without it. (After, btw, taking an xray of my mouth without putting the lead on me, so if I have no functioning thyroid tomorrow, this is why.) The idiot receptionist (after/before/in between explaining back to me and my father in a quite patronizing manner and at least 8 times exactly what I had told her in the beginning was wrong with the tooth) finally decided to call the insurance company (wonder of wonders; I sure wouldn't have thought of that--oh, right. I suggested it a good 45 minutes before she did so) and found out how much they'd cover (there was issue of it being a retreatment--though I explained that it shouldn't be, as the root-canal-initiating dentist told me they weren't charging at all after she botched it--and thus maybe they not covering for a certain amount of time after the initial one), but by then, she had wasted so much time that I just got sent home.
Then had to go by the eye doctor to pick up my new glasses (it was closer to the dentist than home, but only a bit short of equidistant in a totally different direction), and then my dad and I went for lunchishdinner (it was like 5pm, which is way earlier than I usually eat, but was still considered dinner by the restaurant) in a place that should have been about halfway between where we were and home, but we ended up getting lost, so it took way longer than it should of.
All together, I got home, didn't even sit down before heading out to MiniMed. (Which was, interestingly, rhumatoid arthritis and lupus. Which made me laugh, because it's never lupus.)
When I finally got home, I ended up freaking because I was getting yelled at for things I didn't do, and I couldn't find the keys with the passes to the gym, even though it was 10pm (and then 10:15, and 10:30, and 10:45, and 11pm as I kept frantically looking) and later than I should go on a school night. Because since we went out to eat today, not exactly the best day to skip (even though I don't usually go on minimed nights).
I'm so tired of wasting time and gas money at these places. This time it was because they needed insurance information (my mother's SSN, which they expected me to know, idk why) and couldn't do anything without it. (After, btw, taking an xray of my mouth without putting the lead on me, so if I have no functioning thyroid tomorrow, this is why.) The idiot receptionist (after/before/in between explaining back to me and my father in a quite patronizing manner and at least 8 times exactly what I had told her in the beginning was wrong with the tooth) finally decided to call the insurance company (wonder of wonders; I sure wouldn't have thought of that--oh, right. I suggested it a good 45 minutes before she did so) and found out how much they'd cover (there was issue of it being a retreatment--though I explained that it shouldn't be, as the root-canal-initiating dentist told me they weren't charging at all after she botched it--and thus maybe they not covering for a certain amount of time after the initial one), but by then, she had wasted so much time that I just got sent home.
Then had to go by the eye doctor to pick up my new glasses (it was closer to the dentist than home, but only a bit short of equidistant in a totally different direction), and then my dad and I went for lunchishdinner (it was like 5pm, which is way earlier than I usually eat, but was still considered dinner by the restaurant) in a place that should have been about halfway between where we were and home, but we ended up getting lost, so it took way longer than it should of.
All together, I got home, didn't even sit down before heading out to MiniMed. (Which was, interestingly, rhumatoid arthritis and lupus. Which made me laugh, because it's never lupus.)
When I finally got home, I ended up freaking because I was getting yelled at for things I didn't do, and I couldn't find the keys with the passes to the gym, even though it was 10pm (and then 10:15, and 10:30, and 10:45, and 11pm as I kept frantically looking) and later than I should go on a school night. Because since we went out to eat today, not exactly the best day to skip (even though I don't usually go on minimed nights).