soulstar: (ARGH!!!1!!)
Well.... damnit.  I called the dentist this morning, and guess what?  Apparently, I'm no longer a "current patient" of theirs, and would therefore have to come in to fill out a new set of forms and leave a deposit.  They can fit me in for that at the end of January.  Great!  When I asked them how come I hadn't had a notification that I should make an appointment to keep me "current" (like I get from the optician, for example), they told me it's the patient's responsibility to keep track of that.  *sigh*  Unfortunately for me, my brane can't really cope with that kind of thing these days: it's a cause for celebration if I make it to my doctors or psychiatrist appointments.  I've been trying to get up to the hospital for a simple blood test for the last four months or so and haven't made it yet.  And my mother is actually going to come and get me and shepherd me to my upcoming optician and med exam appointments to make sure I don't have an "omg cannot leave house" moment.  Keeping track of time (especially considering that I'm tending to lose months here and there when I get low) to know that I even should be making an appointment is highly unlikely to happen.  *siiiiigh*  I suck.

Anyway, I'm told that all I can do is either wait til January (or try a different dentist and see if they'd take me on, I spose), or call the emergency service.  Which, had I known all this, I could have done on bloody Friday when this happened.  Gah.  But anyway, I'm only sposed to do it if I'm "in pain".  Um.  Well, my tongue is certainly painful, and I can't eat or speak without plenty of difficulty and discomfort.  Do you think that counts?  The tooth itself doesn't hurt though.  I spose the only thing I can do is call when they open at 6:30pm and find out.  And sincerely hope that they aren't in some out of the way place that I can't get to.  Because of course most of the buses stop after 6:30, too.  This should be fun.

ETA: At suggestion of The Mother, I called my old (her current) dentist, who hadn't been accepting 'new' patients when I moved back to town.  But now they are, and lo!  Despite there being some weird computer thing that needs a senior receptionist to sort out in the morning due to my having been on the old system, they can probably take me back on to their books and fit me in for an emergency appt tomorrow.  I think I'd rather do that than try the out of hours clinic, which covers the whole of this area and so might not even be based in this town tonight!  If I was still allowed to drive it'd be one thing, but no: too mad!  Oh well.
soulstar: (ARGH!!!1!!)

Is there anything I can do about this?  I'm sure there's sposed to be something, but I can't remember what.  Hellllllp!

Wish me luck: I'm going back in(to the kitchen).  Dun dun dunnnnnn!
soulstar: (ARGH!!!1!!)
I know, I know.  All I ever do in this journal is whine and moan, and make a load of drama out of not a whole lot really.  And I've been thinking about that recently: even though I tend to think of myself as being on LJ for fannish purposes, and even though I (initially at least) got to know almost everyone on my flist via one fandom or another... I hardly ever post fannish stuff myself.  Just omg-my-life-is-soooo-hard (sitting around at home on my computer all day not working, woe is me, hah!) stuff.  So!  I'm going to try and balance it out a bit more.  Inflict my fannish thoughts on here as well as everything else.  Oh yeah, and talk about the more positive day-to-day stuff as well ;-)

Thing is, though, this journal acts as a bit of a safety valve for me.  I get all the melodrama off my chest by writing it in here, and then I can go on and deal with life much more easily.  It's all very therapeutic! *g*  Also, I sometimes have my tongue in my cheek about the level of WOE... I hope that comes across.  Because I know I can be too deadpan in 'real life' - it's a bad habit. Mwahah.  But my Mum certainly thought the other day that I was serious about the temporary loss of my broadband that's coming up being the end of the world as far as I was concerned.  Uh, no, I think I'll live.  I'm not pleased, but I'm not going to be cast into the depths of deepest despair.  Anyway, I have a cunning plan (cunning like a fox!).

But for now, I shall have a vent (with a bit of redeeming mockery), if nobody minds.  And if you do, well, I'm going to do it behind a cut tag, so you can just skip on by! )

And to balance things out I shall make a Post of Yay tomorrow (too late now - *yawn*).  I promise. :-)
soulstar: (Don't mess with the Gene)
Some rat bastard has nicked the two remaining dustbins from outside the house.  Argh!  I just know what the Letting Agent will say if I ask them to replace them, as well.  They'll tell me it's my responsibility to replace them myself.  HOW, exactly, am I responsible for replacing bins that (a) I didn't provide in the first place, and (b) haven't been lost or damaged by me?  But it's what they always say.  They won't even put smoke alarms in.  Don't get me started on the unsecure front door and non-working doorbell system, either.

How long is it going to take me to save up to move?  OMG, need work!


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