Well, I've figured out something new today. The way you get treated is not because of where you're standing in line, it's because of who you are, or should I say who you know. I was checking with a sketch artist about my beloved deceased hound's sketch, that I ordered in March (he passed away in February) and I've been waiting since March. She still hadn't gotten it done yet. Last month, it was supposed to have been started and should been finished two weeks ago. Well, inbetween, an acquaintance of mine, her hound had just passed away, and miraculously, her sketch is being being worked on. So, of course, I'm basically, saying, it's saying, it's who you know. And I sent an email back to the sketch artist saying, my dog has been deceased since February....do you realize that? And I said....I'm pretty frustrated.
Basically, I'm saying, that's really not right. Hers just died. Mine's been dead. Where is that fair? So, I just got back on the internet and started looking for more sketch artists--one does oil pastels and another does pencil drawings to see if I can get Tony's portrait done. I didn't say anything else to the original artist. I figured maybe she'd get the idea, that perhaps I'd was a bit annoyed, and a little tired of her blessing me, instead of her getting my sketch done. I mean, my dog's dead. Don't you think I'd like to see his picture? And then today, I went to see the rheumatologist and that was a total waste of time. It was like a big interview with two doctors and they were asking, well, why are you here? And all my pertinent labwork was missing. So, I looked stupid. And then, I had to go back out to the waiting area to wait for them to bring my lab slips back and they never came. So, I told my husband, let's leave because it was an hour's drive from home, and I could get the same lab work done in town at my primary doctor's office. It was a very frustrating experience. It was like I was wasting their time. I never want to go back there. And it was supposed to be a good hospital place-Medical College of Georgia-but it was in a slum area in the middle of the projects.
So, now, once again, I have a really bad attitude about going to the doctors and staying on my meds. And nothing has been resolved. And they just wanted to send me to another orthopedist to make another hole in my right ankle and I just barely have gotten the last two holes to heal from the accident from falling through the attic. It's like being a guinea pig. I don't have anybody to help me if I need to be off my feet. And I still haven't touched on how bad the experience was just getting to the doctor's because we got lost and then my husband got mad and then left me and the hospital lobby and was making faces at me. If I had a stick, I would have hit him. And I was using the lobby phone to call the doctor's office, and I was so frustrated, and he walks out and away, and I had no idea where he'd gone, nor where I was because I'd never been there before or in the downtown area. And I needed his help and he wasn't helping me. And the tears were just running down my cheeks. It was a lousy day all around. I told him not to help me like that again. I don't know what came over him because that wasn't helpful at all. Because I was trying to listen to someone's directions and I didn't know where I was. So I just got bits and pieces of stuff and finally found him outside and told him to drive towards home, and then showed him where I thought we should have been, and then he tried to find it.
This is all out of order now, but I guess someone will understand. Because you will see from the earlier entry I got to the doctor's but it was a waste of time, anyways.
And I haven't heard from either of my SK, but one is probably still writing crap about me on her blog that isn't shut down, and the other one can't be bothered unless he wants something. My husband is supposed to confront my stepson the next time, and finally get it sorted out, because I am frankly tired of being used. If you can't be decent all the time, then go away. Cause I don't need it. It's not right or fair to use people.
That's how my day has been and it's 3 in the afternoon.