topazsky

Woke up to many texts and voicemails today. My mom had a doctor's appointment and they told her to come in anytime. I had a touch-up appointment that is just down the road from the hospital, so the plan was to drop her off and go get my touch up and pick her up. This was not the case. At 8am the dr called and told her to be there between 10:30 and 11. (My appt was for 1:30.) Well, my mom lives 20 minutes from me (north) and the hospital is 45 minutes away from her place (south.) I woke up at 9:40ish. So we got to the hospital at 11:30, which I thought was still pretty good. Didn't know where to go and spent 20 minutes trying to figure out which wing she was supposed to go to and if the dr was even in.

The lady at the information desk was really nice and helpful, but no one else in the whole damn hospital was. And it took forever. I called at 1:12 to tell them I would be late, then my tattoo artist called at 1:40 something to tell me her next appt was coming and we needed to reschedule. I could have cried right there. Things are just really getting to me and as a former self-injurer, I could have used the pain today. We didn't leave the hospital until 2:30 and no one would help me open doors even though I was pushing a wheelchair. (I had to back towards them and open them with my butt and try to keep it propped with a leg.) The last door a couple of patients held for me, which I really appreciated, but come on people. There were nurses, techs, etc. freakin' everywhere and no one could hold a door?

I'm fed up with it all. My touch-up appt has been rescheduled (this will be my third try) for Sunday, but I may cancel it again because I need to get the hell out of here for a day or two.