Me-to the trained professional, the ASSISTANT to the Great Doctor: "Botox, what botox? I have no appointment scheduled for such a thing."
The trained professional-to Me: "Yes, you do, it's right here on your chart. June 20th, Botox."
Me-to the trained professional "No, I have no appointment nor any interest in having any kind of Botox----"
The trained professional-to Me: "Then why is it on your chart?"
AGGGGHHHHHH......No wonder I cannot get any kind of help from this screwed-up outfit! They have consistently been UNABLE to keep me straight, they continually get me mixed up with someone else, I am literally at my wits end with the whole fricking nightmare. This whole group of doctors, this worshipped and bowed down to horde of ego is truly one messed up motherfucker. I am serious. Something bad is going to happen at this place, wrong medication, wrong procedure, wrong something. I am not going to be a part of the wrong. What will I do now? No clue. I obviously need something, but damned if I know what to do. This conversation I had with them yesterday was nothing new, it has been this way from the first time I went there. I will have to figure out my next move and get back with you on it. In the meantime, How are you?
A new day, one to be spent slinging ice cream, I am seriously, seriously not in the mood. I am in too much pain to be even close to civil. Beware! Plus, it is my day to work with THE MOUTH. Heaven help me.
I hope your day turns out better than I expect mine will. Out.