06/18/2026
Warning ⚠️ RANT
Side note: I'm going to dedicate my time to this post. Please feel free to let it all out here in a judement-free zone ❤️
Some of y'all might remember my post from awhile back in regards to appointments with my psychiatrist. She is retiring after July and after our last meeting in May, she told me she wants to see me in June and July. She noted it in the visit summary.
I had informed the office (same day) and they booked me for July and said we have nothing for June. When I replied (I like documentation), I said the doctor wanted two appointments scheduled.
I called today and got "sorry, she is completely booked for June." Before she could say it a second time, I interrupted and said "I will just send her a message myself and she'll make it work." After all, that's what she requested." The receptionist replied with "that's probably best."
Look, I know the medical field is struggling right now...more patients, doctors and nurses, and other employees leaving, etc. However, it is NOT my responsibility to do anyone's job for them. It's simple...you talk to the doctor and ask "how can I make this work with your schedule?" Why do I have to do it?
I used to sympathize with these workers because it is a demanding job. However, i realized that people CHOOSE these demanding jobs and know what they've gotten themselves into. I can only carry my grace but so far before I go completely fugging mental 🤬
I feel like I have been working a d*mn full time job for these different offices for SIX MONTHS! Ffs and we wonder why so many people get sick and stay sick in one way or another.
I have a few orders to get out, a shower I probably won't have time to take, and a B12 injection at 4. I'll be going for another tomorrow. Iron infusions are done.
I only go once next week and then the following week, I have $2k in dental work to get on TWO teeth. After that, I need a molar extraction.
I HATE to pity myself. I hate complaining. I hate to feel weak in almost every way possible. I hate to feel angry and powerless. I hate to feel abandoned, anxious, and a bit unhinged outside of my goofy type of way. I hate when things pile up. What I hate the most is feeling as if I cannot be the mother I want to be to my children right now. That is the hardest part for me...through all of this.
I needed to get that out. I'm not giving up. I'm just turning on b*tch mode because I've been left with no choice.
Phew! End rant 🥴
