There comes a point where you just have to laugh at your situation.

I haven’t reached that point yet.  I’m still in the pissed as hell, everyone must die stage.

So I go to the dr.’s office this morning.  Keep in mind that this is the third time since moving down here that I’ve had an appt to see a dr. about moving forward with some testing and IF treatment.

Let me just paint a picture- office is located between a fireworks store and a check n’ go.  It is never a good sign where there is a nurse telling a homeless guy that he can’t sleep in the packed waiting room.  (Sadder still, homeless guy was the most friendly person around)

I sign in, lady asks me if I’ve ever been there before, I say no.  She says, have a seat.  Okay, I have a seat.

This place is packed.  We’ve got pregnant women and their toddlers (no joke- every single one of them had at least one toddler with them) everywhere.  Because I didn’t feel right taking a chair from a pregnant woman or a child, I stood.  Not a problem, I’m reading my book, just waiting my turn.

Twenty minutes passes.  Still haven’t been asked to fill out any paperwork or anything.  Some of the pregnant women have been seen and are leaving with their urine collection bottles.  In the meantime, two 16 year old pregnant girls and their mothers arrive and sit next to where I’m standing.

For the next thirty minutes I listen to them (the 16 year olds) complain about every single little thing.  Oh my back hurts, my feet hurt, my boyfriend is an ass.  I can’t believe the biology teacher is still making me do that project, doesn’t she know I’m pregnant and shit?

At this point I decide to go see what my status is.  So I go talk to the receptionist chick.

Come to find out- the doctor isn’t there.  Well, when is he coming back I ask.  We don’t know.  Were you planning on telling me this or just have me sit here another hour?  I didn’t stick around long enough for her response.

I knew had I stayed, there would have been blood.

So on my way home I call the dr. that the husband has just been in to see.  Thought they might be able to give me a recommendation.  They sent me right back to the RE that I started with- the one that won’t see me.

I can’t win for losing.

In other news- keep the husband in your prayers.  He has a dermatologist appt. this afternoon.  The dr. sent him because he thinks he should have a few spots on his shoulder looked at.  If the ‘c’ word is mentioned I know the husband will absolutely lose it.  Thanks.

So I’m back at square one.  Hopefully I’ll find a doctor before I’m 30.  Not looking good though.