Today's Keyboard Smash

Two down, two to go.

Gods and little fishes, why is every doctor's office out to fuck me over?

First: My eye doctor, to whom I have been attempting to send work-related paperwork for the past month and a half, has once again informed me they haven't received the fax. They only inform me of these things if I hound them to the ends of the earth via phone. Hounding offices on the phone is now how I spend all my breaks. I will now be resorting to mailing them the form with a SASE, in the hopes they can manage to cope with that. If not, I will next attempt to resurrect the carrier pigeon.

Second: the cardiologist called today about the appointment I have tomorrow. They need to "adjust" something. ??? Turns out, that means the person who attaches the temporary heart monitor won't be available. But rather than reschedule my echo as well, they're still going to have me come in for that. I'll just have to set up a new appointment for the monitor attachment. Oh, and possibly reschedule the follow-up. Their office is an hour from my home, so I'm not exactly interested in making the trip down to them every other goddamn day. (I only found this out after many attempts to get through to their office, since the line was continually busy.)

If the rheumatologist so much as clears his throat at me funny this afternoon, I will be forced to feed HIM to the sarlacc along with swing shift. FUCKING THIRD: the rheumatologist left a message while I was at work, asking if I could move my appointment earlier since they had some cancellations. I didn't get the message, because I was AT WORK, the repeatedly-cited reason why I need late appointments in the first place. (Since they no longer see fit to have appointments at all on Fridays.) Fine, whatever, tough shit for them. So four rolls around, I have hauled ass home so I can be ready for this apparently deeply inconvenient phone consultation, and they call. To say he had an emergency. And they have to reschedule.

If I, the patient, pulled this shit--canceling hours or indeed minutes from the appointment time--they would charge me a wild fee, just for a start, and probably refuse to have me as a patient anymore if I did it repeatedly. But they can do as they please, because rural doctors say fuck you, that's why. Into the sarlacc they go!

Speaking of sarlacc chow! Yes, of course they once again shut down early last night, having found a way to get the machine to stop working yet again. It's--I just-- *hands*

I've hit the nearly-in-tears stage today. I just need everyone to stop making this more difficult than it needs to be. I also need to stop making phone calls instead of taking breaks. I need all this stress to actually end in something getting done, at the very least.

Lake Lewisia #597

There wasn't need for much active hexing around the town, witch wards and lake magic doing their parts to keep evil at bay, but rivers are long and not every town along their banks could boast the same protections. Once she traced the new taint in the water back to a factory upstream, she whispered in the ears of local leaders, pointed full purses in the right directions, and gathered supplies for protesters, because she knew where true power came from in the world. If she dusted off some less-used bottles of noxious herbs and iron nails and worse ingredients too, well, she also knew every little point of leverage helped.

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LL#597