i. hate. my. neurologist. office. i mainly just hate the receptionist, as i think i mentioned a week or so ago. she’s a dumb bitch and has a major attitude problem. i called last week to try to change my appointment so that it wasn’t at 8:45 am (!!) but they couldn’t get me in until march. so i said never mind, i’d keep the 8am appointment. i ended up getting out of work 3.5 hours early even tho i was flooring (!!!!!!) so i was able to get some sleep, but still, waking up at 8am is not happy. i sat there for an hour, the lady kept calling me christine for some reason, until she finally realized who i was and said that i had cancelled. no i absolutely made it VERY clear i was keeping this appt since they couldn’t get me in before march. she actually didn’t get attitude with me, and they did see me (for a whole 3 minutes, seriously) and i did get my new scripts written.

if i had stayed at work til 4 and not slept i would have been very much more disgruntled than i was. but getting some sleep helped me not be entirely pissed off.

but YAY PAIN KILLERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

and i went home and slept til 330.

and i’m not going to buy a house anymore. mainly because i need to get out of here. i can’t handle my life here. just need to get awaaay from the things that make me unhappy at the moment. it’s sad really. rather, i’m sad. sad in a self loathing way, not that “i’m sad about X” way….this makes no sense so i’ll stop.