Couldn't keep my Friday night date with my guy cuz I feel UGH! I didn't eat lunch today (Robby has already yelled at me (by the way...he been yelling at me a lot lately huh? I might have to call his mother huh?)) and I'm laying on the sofa trying to stay outta Ms. Olga nem's way. Yes...it's 6:30 and they are still here. I don't know why. I don't care. (Or do I? Hmmmmmm.)
I wanted to say thank you again to everyone who commented in the PMS post. And I wanted to point out that if you didn't see the R.Kelly post comments...you're missing out on a VERY good conversation.
Something SERIOUSLY pissed me off today. Like SERIOUSLY.
The last time I had to go to the dermatologist was about 4 years ago. Well...I'm having an issue and called my dermatologist (she's the best in the area yall if you're looking for one) only to find that they don't accept my current insurance.
I went to my insurance company's website and found the list of doctors I can use and did a cross reference with the schools they went to to find out some additional information about them. I found four that I would go to. Well I started calling them.
#1: I'm sorry we're not accepting new patients.
#2: I'm sorry we're not accepting new patients.
#3: Okay, I can see you at on Tuesday at 4:30.
Me: Great. What is your address again?Her: You're a new patient?
Me: Yes.
Her: Oh well the next new patient appointment we have is on April 26th.
Me: WHADAHELL? I'm having a problem NOW. I don't want to wait that long.
Her: That's the soonest we can get you in.
Me: Let me speak to the doctor.
Her: He's not here, would you like to speak to the Office Manager?
Me: YES!
Then the heffa proceeds to put me into voicemail. *SIGH*
DUDE...I was soooooooooooooooo pissed. What the hell is up with having to wait damn near a month for medical care. I have PPO insurance which is rated pretty dang good might I add. What is up with doctors being so damn cockey they don't TAKE NEW FUGGIN PATIENTS???????????????? WHO TURNS DOWN NEW BUSINESS???????
I cannot tell yall how pissed I got. I was soooooooooooo mad that I just had to take it down a notch and chill the hell out. Did it work? Nope...still pissed.
So I told Robby about it and he was like...just go to your doctor and pay the money. (I love how he simplies things.) So that's what I did. I made an appt. with my doctor and I"ll just pay the damn money. Even though I have insurance. I'll pay the damn money.
Has this new patient thing ever happened to you? What if you're in SERIOUS need of a specialist? What in the hell do they expect you to do? Does this annoy you as much as it does me?
It's prolly why my stomach is still doing flips and ish. Just...UGGGGGGGGGGGGH. Damn PIMPLE POPPERS! (By the way...don't you just HATE that Michael Richards stole the joy outta watching "Seinfeld?" I haven't watched it since. Humph!)
