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Untitled Tentative Blog-Type Thing Entry #682913, added on 01-07-10 @ 11:05 pm EST
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Yet another appointment cancelled at the last minute. I even made sure of it being scheduled (due to them "forgetting" to note it down and then cancelling and rescheduling on me repeatedly the last time) with Psychologist herself and she herself said it was already scheduled for January 7th at 11AM; she made note of no problems being with that day and time. I call them up this morning (after waking up early, tired and depressed as always, to wash my hair) to make sure. Different day, same old shit.
Me: "I'm calling to see if my appointment is still on for today."
Receptionist: "Your name?"
Me: "Rachel H."
Her: *random mumbling and rustling* "Let me just check..." *pause and more rustling* "There should have been a letter..."
Me: *rolling eyes* Of course.
Her: "I'm glad you called."
Me: "Uh-huh." I saw this coming a mile away.
Her: "Psychologist isn't going to be in today...I try not to reschedule you on Thursdays..."
Me: WTF?? "Well, the problem is, Thursdays are the only day I have a ride there." I've only been telling you guys this for f**king MONTHS.
Her: "Well, if you have an appointment on a Thursday, chances are it will end up cancelled." *rustling noises* "We can get you in on the 28th."
Me: Wow, like a month from now, and maybe like a month and a half or two months since I've last seen somebody I'm supposed to see every two weeks. How lovely. "Okay. Thank you." Hang up, tell my mother she might need to talk to her boss to ask about getting a different day of the week off because heaven forbid I should be able to get therapy on the only day I have a f**king RIDE there. Psychologist never, ever made mention of Thursday being a bad day...in fact, as my mother angrily informed me, the only reason her day off from work changed from Tuesday to Wednesday and then to Thursday was because of all the cancellations I kept getting on THOSE days. She can't get any other day off. Her hours aren't flexible. Apparently my psychologist's hours aren't, either.
The last appointment ran late, I had so much I needed to talk about, and I still didn't manage to go over it all. By the time I finally get in to see her, so much time has elapsed between sessions that I never get to go over all the important things I really need to discuss. I only ever have time to talk about this stupid bladder thing, never mind anything good that might have happened, no matter how infrequent or small. Not to mention all this shit regarding so-called "friends" on the Internet and whatnot. By the time she's done questioning me about my bladder, it's time to leave, then I'm lucky to see her again any time within a month.
There's no affordable public transport to get me there on a moment's notice (due to them cancelling on me with no prior warning--I'm supposed to give them 24 hours' notice), and nobody else, no family, no friends, to drive me there. Looks like yet another message from God/life/whatever that I'm just meant to be stuck here with nobody to talk/connect/reach out to. Guess I should take the f**king hint already, I can't even talk to somebody when they're PAID to listen.
No big surprise there. Like I said, different day, same old shit.
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