So last Friday or whenever I made my doctor's appointment I literally wrote it all down at the time, and with a “witness” there as well. So I'm quite sure I didn't confabulate the whole thing or screw it up. Anyway, so I go in to my doctor's office and I'm like “Hi, I'm Shannon Larratt and I have a 3:40 appointment with Dr. S”, and they look at me like I'm an idiot and say something like, “yeah, we know who you are, but you don't have an appointment, and the doctor isn't even here today.”
I told them that all I needed was a doctor to write a refill for my pain medication prescription (which I barely take — I got a few week's worth in April and I'm just starting to run out now so it's not like I'm abusing it) and a referral for an x-ray because the swelling on my fibula kind of freaks me out and there's a lot of new “internal” pain in the bones. At first they're like “oh, this doctor has an opening, you can see them” but for some reason they changed their mind and were like “why don't you just wait until 5PM and go to the walk-in clinic when the main offices close?”
The walk-in is totally useless, because they can't write me a prescription for narcotics. They could refer me for an x-ray, but I could do that more easily at the walk-in that's in Phil's building a few blocks from here (and maybe I can get them to x-ray my hand as well for the magnetic implant article!). So anyway, I just left. It was a complete waste. Maybe I'll just try and figure out if I know anyone who sells pills — but it's a bit of a stretch because I don't really know that type of dealer.
I'm really, really sick of dealing with this and wish it would stop hurting.
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