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Monday, July 18, 2005
Bad: Discovering you have a chipped filling that needs fixing. Worse: Finding out that, because you are on state-run health insurance, that no local dentist will take you (other than the tiny list of state-run-health-plan dentists who may be able to squeeze you in three years from now if you have an abcess or something like that.) Worse than that: Finding that the only dentist who WILL accept your state health insurance and agree to see you BEFORE the end of the year is the one you used to go to back when you had a decent day job and lived in another city--100 miles away. Worse than that: The only appointment they can give you is at 9 in the friggin' morning (meaning you'll have to wake up at the asscrack of dawn and battle a metropolis full of rush-hour traffic in order to get to your appointment on time.) What could be worse even than THAT?.... Arriving at your appointment, all psyched up for the painful hooks and scraping and blood and wallet-raping which you're certain is about to follow--only to have the receptionist tell you that you're A FUCKING DAY EARLY. COME BACK TOMORROW.
Wait. I've just discovered that there's even something worse than that - having your internet crap out on you while you're on your blog trying to upload a new
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