At least its over with

So here's the poop. Doctor's office never called me back so I called them yesterday morning and the receptionist cheerfully tells me, "Oh we canceled that appointment."

Me: You never called to tell me.

Receptionist: Oh sorry, I'll talk to the doctor and see what's going on with your injections.

Me: REALLY REALLY PISSED OFF!

I am so sick of hearing, "Oh Sorry...."

Well Kiss My Ass!

Then fuck off because You are not the one hurting and it's slowly eating my sanity, my patience and my ability to carry on to find any further so called treatment. I was in a very dark place yesterday and I was really ticked off and for that I apologize to my Hubby. I'm sorry. I hate myself for being so ranty with the time we spend together, I should be more patient. I'm sorry.

So back on topic.

I loaded up on pain meds and muscle relaxants for my teeth cleaning today and a good thing for I was worn out and she only took about half an hour to do it all. She was very pleased at how little build up I had over the six months considering six months ago was my first cleaning in about 10 years! It was the first time I felt brave enough to endure a cleaning. She's a very nice lady who gave me plenty of breaks and kept asking towards the end if I wanted to quit early but I told her, no just finish it.

I was still doing okay, didn't mean I didn't take more meds when it was done because I needed them! I asked her about the new doc I'm seeing in two weeks, she said she's heard good things about them which is encouraging. But I'm still not getting my hopes up any more. Not ever! I can't handle any more crushing let downs like yesterday. I can't keep thinking "This time I'll have relief." because in the end it never happens and I'm stuck with, "Sorry, thought we could help."

Sorry doesn't stop the pain.

I'll try this new doctor and when the splint fails again I'll just give up for there's nothing left to try and I'm tired.

My cleaning ended early enough that I ran home, took said meds and picked up the Imp from school and then Mer with plenty of time to spare to get to our collective eye appointments. Neither Pena boy's prescription changed which is good news! Mine changed slightly but he said it really wasn't worth making the change in my glasses unless of course there's a dramatic change in life style (IE: headaches, vision changes, blah, blah, blah) then he'd change my glasses. So in the mean time maybe what I'll do is buy a pair of over the counter reading glasses for when I work on my eggs.

So after wards I was still doing okay, the meds were wearing off a bit already but then we stopped by the shoe store to buy Mer some black shoes for his Band performance because he lost his other black shoes. That was the straw that broke Raven's pain level. Their barcode scanner, I made the mistake of looking at it even thought it was pointed at the counter top. Ugh! The eye doc had dilated my eyes and the red laser light and flickering overhead florescence did it. It was a good thing we were going home afterwards because my head hurt so much that I came home and laid down and even now I've all the blinds pulled.

Meh, I'm such a glass Raven. Easy to break and crack and quick to whine. Okay I feel a bit better getting all of this out of my system.