And he's back...

And he's had no sleep.   Listen Karma - honey -- just start drinking again.  I can't take it.  Seriously.  Nit-pickery with anal retentive ninny-ness tossed in is oh so NOT the way to end one's day.   Sincerely.

Regular work day, I sent flowers to the doctor's front office staff for the assist and foolishness from the black hole of the surgeon's front office staff... shall I detail??

I was given binder full of all sorts of scary, semi-informative and detailed surgery related information.  Now the one sheet of paper she gave me with all the stuff you had to get done - I thought by June 15 when sincerely it should have been done by MAY 15th... (thanks for telling me that NOW)  and the sheet of paper that I have given to every doctor and nurse and hey -you tech of the day because it held the medical procedures needed - not to mention the doctor's name and numbers.... turned out to have the WRONG FREAKING PHONE AND FAX NUMBERS on the page.

Allow me to repeat that.   This idiot assistant let me walk out of their office months ago with a basic understanding of what I needed to do - with the wrong contact information and no knowledge of actual working deadlines.... is it any wonder I've had 2 doctor appointments Tuesday and 2 more Friday and another on Wednesday... and now it's all in the insurance company's hands to get this shit approved for my surgery.. because if not its going to have to back up at least 2 weeks.  Heaven help me.

Now Wednesday I hand delivered the paperwork that had been faxed and faxed again to the wrong number because that was the number at the top of the letter head... dip shit.   When I pointed that out to her she crossed out the numbers and wrote the right ones in... um say pumpkin - this is the digital age, let me fix that for you... and put in the right freaking contact information from the get go - hum????  (insert massive teeth grinding.. HERE)

Now I must say as I was trapped in some repaving traffic on my way back to work I called home and had  nice chat with Dad.   A girl can always count on her Dad... especially when she's been banging he head against the same brick wall for the better part of a week - if not longer.  Of course I listened to Dad's laundry list of stuff and well - he wins - sort of... but then again he doesn't have job... and he likes the clowning part... sooo nope sorry Pap I still win the big giant sucking stick of salt with added Cayenne pepper.. yummm (not)

So final push is underway, I am in full panic on a number of levels including, getting stuff done and to idiot doctor assistant, praying the insurance company says OK quickly... (please add a novena in there for me) then oh yeah surviving all this... and then figuring out how to living post surgery.   Cripes I am so screwed...
Dad is right the bar bill is going to go down significantly... but right now - I think I may start that liquid diet early.  Heck I'm not driving home, there has to be a bar within walking distance of work right??? 

OK no dwelling it will be what it will be and that is that.  (please God June 15th!!!)

And one final thought.... the window installers broke the light above my kitchen sink, just the glass bowl thing that covers the light bulb.. fine it was replaced and reinstalled by Bubba the non-builder.   He's replaced another one in the house so no biggie right?   If it was it wouldn't be here... so dinner is done and waiting for his royal highness to grace us with his presence or 15 minutes which ever came first because I was hungry.   Now me and both dogs are downstairs in the family room, and suddenly I heard crack, and CRASH!  Went running upstairs and found... globe gone, and shattered glass all over the place... yeah.  And who walks in just as I'm cleaning up???  You betcha installed extraordinaire!  Then instead of helping out, he checks windows for water leaks.  What?   Then gets pissy because even after broom, hand and hand held vacuum I missed a small piece of glass - that of course Mr. No Shoes steps on.   Then he asks me if I cleaned up the floor?  No Captain Obvious I left large hunks of glass around so we can run dogs to the vet and us to the doctors for stitches and good drugs.  Seriously???   So ate dinner, mapped the kitchen floor and went to bed... seriously can I come back in my next life as a trophy wife?  Or Bubba either one... ;-)