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There is little that pisses me off quicker than getting a letter from some office stating that they have taken the liberty of scheduling an appointment for me. 'Pisses' isn't even an accurate word. I get beyond pissed, just short of enraged. I don't know exactly what that anger stems from or why this bothers me as much as it does. I get one of those letters and I feel violated, like it's Big Brother's way of making sure of what I am doing at 2:30 on Thursday. I feel indignant that said office just assumes that I am at their beckon call. I resent their implication that I want to come in for an appointment. I never keep the appointments that offices make for me, regardless of whether I can make them or not. I'll make my own fucking appointment, thank you.
Just to piss me off more, some of these pre-made appointments of mine don't even really require an office visit. I received a letter this past Tuesday, informing me that a certain office had scheduled an appointment for me--on Thursday. This particular office has on record that I do not drive, and they had to access that record to see that I 'needed' an appointment. Yet I was afforded less than 48 hours to find a way to attend this appointment. When I called to tell them to jam their appointment time up their collective ass, I was informed that I didn't need to come in, the matter could easily be taken care of via phone.
So why send me a letter, informing me of an appointment that has been made at a convenient date and time for you?
I had another experience recently with a gynocologist's office who wouldn't take a hint. My more devoted readers will remember that I had some surgery back in October. About a month before the surgery, the doctor performed a pap smear. For six weeks, the office neglected to tell me that the pap smear had come back abnormal--six weeks!--and the doctor ordered a colposcopy. Two days after I found this out, I received a packet in the mail, detailing what a colposcopy is and informing me of when they had scheduled me for this procedure. Mind you, I had not consented to even having the procedure done (it involves pinching off little pieces off my cervix for the love of God, and I'm supposed to be right on board with it!), had expressed no interest in scheduling it and had not yet even decided to have it done at all. I had serious reservations about having the procedure done in an office that took six weeks to even inform me that it was 'neccessary,' as well as a few very good reasons to believe it wasn't. Moreover, even if I am being eaten alive by cervical cancer, the last I checked it is my option to confirm that.
I called and left a message cancelling that particular appointment and heard nothing more from them...until January. They sent me a little reminder post card to call them and schedule my appointment. Their little post card went directly into the trash. If you're playing the home version, kids, that post card was the second time they had assumed that A) I was going to have the procedure done and B) that their office would be the ones to perform it. Come on, people! I cancelled the appointment you made with no further instructions...are ya not catching on?
Apparently not because they called--called!--me a couple of weeks ago:
Nurse: Glitter? This is so-and-so from such-and-such office. Do you have a few minutes so we can schedule your colposcopy?
Glitter: Do you realize you've reached me at a number 3 hours from your office?? I'm not coming there for a colposcopy.
N: Oh.....? Do you have a new doctor there yet?
G: Nope.
N: Oh...well...it's really important that you have this done. As soon as you find a doctor there, let us know so we can transfer your records.
G: Mph. I'll get right on that. *click*
That's 3 strikes. If they do it again, I won't be so majestic.
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Bits of fire in the sky push me east back home. I used to live in flames
but it's hard on the wings. Choke me. Smoke me. Scare me back. You try
but you just can't. I peel the layers in my spare time, and you're easy
to see through. I can fly, I've discovered on my own. I may be the lesser
butterfly but my wings are just as strong. Who are you to tell me to find
a place to land? I may be the lesser butterfly but baby watch me glide.
