I had to go to the dentist yesterday to see about a pain in my ear/jaw that has been bugging me for about a month now. He prescribed me some antibiotics, which is all well and good...but the pharmacist didn't have them due to another manufacturing problem. This is the third I've encountered this month; it's made getting my prescriptions a nightmare. But I phone the dentist, he prescribes me another lot instead...I have to go all the way back into town again this morning to get it, get it, then I waste about half an hour in the opticians because my new glasses are trying to saw my ears and nose off. Then I have to wait about twenty minutes for the next train to arrive because they wasted my time.
I get back into my tiny little village home, then walk all the way down to the pharmacist, then THEY keep me waiting for about half an hour even though the place is practically deserted. This is not how I wanted to spend my morning. I still have a pile of ironing about half my height to take care of, I need to clean the front room, sort out the dishwasher, and do half a dozen other little things. I also forgot to get milk, so I'll need to go back out and get that. I'm literally taking a five minute breather just so I can complain about it online. Go me!
CAN I SIT DOWN AND DO NOTHING, PLEASE. I'M TIRED AND MY JAW HURTS.
...also, Atos Healthcare are calling me in to talk about how my condition affects me so they can decide whether or not they're going to give me more benefits. Despite the fact that I sent them enough information and medical evidence to build a freakin' dossier, stated that my nerves would reduce me to a shaking wreck for days before if they called me in (I am not looking forward to next week now...) and that I didn't do well going to places I'd never been before. They still want to me to go to an assessment center and talk about something intensely private and personal to a complete stranger.
The only thing they did do was give me a 9am appointment, so at least I don't have to spend all day worrying about it. But still...cut me a break here; I can't deal with this. I'll have to go by myself as well, since neither of my parents can get the time off work. That's going to make it about fifty times harder.
I'm whining, but...eh.