Totally self-indulgent rant

[sistermagpie]

I feel badly writing this after so many people gave me wonderful birthday wishes--rest assured I will go right back to appreciating them when I am finished.

You know, I think I'm a person who's more easy-going than most, but my dentist has succeeded in making even me so furious I was yelling and scared the dog. I have been trying to get a tooth crowned since December and they keep having me come in for more and more appointments. The last time I went in after having had the thing measured (one appointment), fitted (turned out it didn't fit-another appointment), measured again (another appointment), to discover that the lab screwed up and didn't send the crown. They tell me this when I get there, rather than cancelling my appointment. So they just cleaned my teeth, presenting this like it's lucky since I'm due anyway.

So I have off this week and was hoping they'd call so I could go in and get it done. Turns out they called this morning and I didn't get the message because I didn't think to check them. They have an appointment today--an hour ago. And now I've missed it, so I have to wait until next week when I am back work again, so have to leave work again!!! And guess what? It turns out the dentist only works on Monday, so it's not like I could come in any other day during the week I have off. And next Monday is her last day, and she'd like to finish the job herself. Like this is some big responsible thing. Yeah, you really ought to finish it yourself given that you've been jerking me around all year. Throughout this I've been totally patient just knowing that there's nothing I can do about this. If they don't have the stupid crown they don't have it, so there's no point in yelling about it. But this is just too cruel having it be my own damn fault because for once I wasn't ready to jump when they called.

If they'd called me on Friday I would have gotten the message and known to go in today. They just completely ruined my lunch. I got a slice of pizza I was really looking forward to and instead I felt like I was just eating my own anger. Okay. I realize there are people in far far worse predicaments who have no dentist at all. Must go apologize to the dog now. My roommate brought her in to make me feel better after she went running into her room, upset. She finds this doubly alarming--why are you taking me into the room with the crazy yelling person? Did I not make it clear I wanted to be away from the yelling person? And since when does that one ever yell anyway? Isn't she supposed to be at work? The whole world's gone mad!! I need cake!

ETA: Called and asked if I could have another dentist. Err...yeah. I actually got my demand. Wow. Tomorrow. Yay.

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[sistermagpie.livejournal.com]

Luckily my roommate is completely neurotic and fears the dog doesn't like her. So I suspect a lot of the time she thinks she likes me better, even though I'm "No can hands" (I don't give her food or walk her). She didn't have the dog when we first got the apartment so she knows both of us the same.