Grrr

I am stuck, because of my wisdom teeth.  The left side is fine, and not a thing bother me. Doesn't hurt, doesn't ache, nothing--just swollen.  The right side is swollen, but hurts in an aching type of way. My dad (dentist) keeps saying it isn't dry socket because I don't want to kill myself and it isn't comparable to labor pains; he also says he thinks it is because the bottom right tooth was the hardest to get out because it was the biggest, deepest, and strongest roots. 

To me it just feels like aching pressure, similar to when I get insanely bad sinuses (mine always are felt most in my teeth).  He assures me that right now I'm okay, and am still expected to feel bad. I agree, I'm not expecting to go out and start eating corn on the cob or chewing big pieces of steak.....but I just think that the right side should at least be slowing down in the pain-ache. But it's not. It is exactly the same. 

Eitherway, I can't talk very loud or clearly.  Thus, that means I can't storm into the Neurologists office and demand my paperwork to be completed right there on the spot. I can't yell at them again, I can't talk rapid fire, and can't show them how angry I am with them.  So I either have to wait for them to call me, or wait for the last test result to come in for my physical and then ask the nurse practitioner to call over there and rip them a new one. Two and a half weeks of not doing the paper work and being rude is just fucking ridiculous, and I'm not in the mood for it anymore.

I Hate My Neurologist.

This post has probably been inevitable. My dislike of her has been a long time coming.  I don't think it is actually a dislike of her as a person, she always seems to at least try to talk to me in appointments, which is more than I can say of some doctors.

My first visit, I thought she was a little odd because her skirt-suit looked like it had deodorant all over it, but it turned out to be a funky shiny pattern.  I ignored that, different people, different styles. No reason to judge.  Then, I started getting calls or postcards from their office saying my appointments needed to be rescheduled--they gave me the date.  Nothing is abnormal about an appointment change....emergencies come up and doctors are people too with their own need for appointments.  So, yeah, whatever.  But when they rescheduled a single appointment FIVE TIME.....needless to say I was a little irked and angry at their office.  So far, after that 5 reschedule, it has never been more than 2 by them and 1 by me to reschedule their reschedule. 

Seriously....how can one reschedule an appointment 5 times. FIVE TIMES. You understand how my opinion about her and her efficiency started to wane.

Well, 2 fridays ago...over a week and a half ago, 13 days ago, I dropped forms off for her to fill out for the PC. They said by the middle of next week. So last friday, giving them a few extra days, I call. No no, the forms aren't done yet.  Annoying. Yet expected. Let it slide. I call today, at the 13 day mark. Am on hold for about 20 minutes.  Finally, they get on the phone to say no they aren't done and they'll call when they are.  I try to politely ask when they'll be completed. "At the end of this week, at the earliest." I try to breathe, and then I just get mad. "The end of this week, maybe??? Your office said they would be done last week, and they weren't, so why can't the nurse do it, when will they get done. I am waiting on these forms to send my medical kit off to the Peace Corps and your office has had them nearly two weeks."  I'm not one to easily get mad, but the fact that their office irks me in the first place...they reply that they can't control when the doctor fills them out and they are in a stack of stuff to do and that they'll call me. "Okay, Bye" I say and hang up.

Maybe I'm over reacting, but if you give a time limit...don't go over by an entire extra week. A day, two days--cool. AND DON'T RESCHEDULE MY APPOINTMENTS FIVE TIMES!

I can't wait to move to San Diego with Justin in 2 years so that I can get a new neurologist.