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This you gotta hear...
Apr. 28th, 2002 05:03 pmSo, I was all geared up about the wisdom teeth right?
The wisdom teeth that were supposed to come out on Friday, right?
Let's back it up for a second...
I go to the dentist back in February. He says my wisdom teeth gotta come out, they're fuckin' with my sinuses (leading to chronic sinus problems.) I get referred to *Dr. Gould.*
This I know. His name is specifically circled on the little piece of paper.
I go to the initial consultation at the oral surgeon's. There I watch the 20 minute "We're-not-liable-if-we-kill-or-maim-you" video. Then *Dr. Gould* comes in and talks to me about the procedure, how they're going to do it, blah blah blah.. Not a bad guy. I'm feeling pretty good about the whole deal.
Fine. I'm psyched. They're coming out. I get a nice 1/2 hour nap and then ice cream all weekend.
I show up, on time, at 9 am, on friday morning. I'm sitting down with the paperwork, getting ready to sign it when I actually read it, and discover that the attending surgeon is *Dr. Christanson.*
*Blink*
"But where is the nice man, Dr. Gould, who knows me and what we're doing?" I ask.
"He's not here today," they reply. "Dr. Christanson is the one you get."
To summarize, both me and Mum said "To hell with that noise," took back the check and walked out, after rescheduling an appointment expressively with *Dr. Gould* on the 16th of May. Eight days before my health Insurance goes Bye-bye for good.
I'm so glad Mum doesn't know how to use blunt weapons. I thought she was going to pick up a chair and heave it at the receptionist.
Then, one of the nurses has the audacity to ask me, "Do you really want to have it done today?"
*double blink*
Do I just exude masochistic qualities? Do you think I'm going to jump up and down on the waiting room chair singing "Please, please, oh pretty please, cut open my face?!"
Are. You. High?
No, I don't want this done, but it has to be. And before the 22nd of May. And that means, the NEXT time I take a day out of work, the right doctor better be waiting there for me with scrubs on.
I not only missed two classes (that I have to go try and explain that, no, sorry, didn't really happen, maybe next time,) but missed a day of work too. Never mind my mum missed a day of work for both her jobs.
AAARRRRRRRRGH!
Want... to.... throttle.... something...!!!!!
The wisdom teeth that were supposed to come out on Friday, right?
Let's back it up for a second...
I go to the dentist back in February. He says my wisdom teeth gotta come out, they're fuckin' with my sinuses (leading to chronic sinus problems.) I get referred to *Dr. Gould.*
This I know. His name is specifically circled on the little piece of paper.
I go to the initial consultation at the oral surgeon's. There I watch the 20 minute "We're-not-liable-if-we-kill-or-maim-you" video. Then *Dr. Gould* comes in and talks to me about the procedure, how they're going to do it, blah blah blah.. Not a bad guy. I'm feeling pretty good about the whole deal.
Fine. I'm psyched. They're coming out. I get a nice 1/2 hour nap and then ice cream all weekend.
I show up, on time, at 9 am, on friday morning. I'm sitting down with the paperwork, getting ready to sign it when I actually read it, and discover that the attending surgeon is *Dr. Christanson.*
*Blink*
"But where is the nice man, Dr. Gould, who knows me and what we're doing?" I ask.
"He's not here today," they reply. "Dr. Christanson is the one you get."
To summarize, both me and Mum said "To hell with that noise," took back the check and walked out, after rescheduling an appointment expressively with *Dr. Gould* on the 16th of May. Eight days before my health Insurance goes Bye-bye for good.
I'm so glad Mum doesn't know how to use blunt weapons. I thought she was going to pick up a chair and heave it at the receptionist.
Then, one of the nurses has the audacity to ask me, "Do you really want to have it done today?"
*double blink*
Do I just exude masochistic qualities? Do you think I'm going to jump up and down on the waiting room chair singing "Please, please, oh pretty please, cut open my face?!"
Are. You. High?
No, I don't want this done, but it has to be. And before the 22nd of May. And that means, the NEXT time I take a day out of work, the right doctor better be waiting there for me with scrubs on.
I not only missed two classes (that I have to go try and explain that, no, sorry, didn't really happen, maybe next time,) but missed a day of work too. Never mind my mum missed a day of work for both her jobs.
AAARRRRRRRRGH!
Want... to.... throttle.... something...!!!!!
