One soggy step forward...
Apr. 10th, 2013 07:57 pmI finally have my intake interview for the Toronto Fibromyalgia Rehab...thing tomorrow. Naturally, it's the coldest day of the week, complete with ice pellets falling from the sky like tiny bullets, shooting holes in my progress (I miss being a good writer) as I walk ten or fifteen minutes from the nearest bus stop after a not too pleasant or speedy commute.
I don't recall how to do a cut here so I'll just bitch, feel free to skip this part.
Who the hell builds a rehab center for people suffering from pain and EXHAUSTION out in the freakin' boonies (at least to me, I'm now a downtown girl through and through), FIVE BLOCKS away from the nearest bus stop? WE'RE BUSTING OUR FEEBLE ARSES TRYING TO FEEL BETTER AND THEY'RE MAKING IT VERY, VERY DIFFICULT! GRRRR!
And why are they making me come all the way out there for a freakin' interview? What could they have not done over the damn phone? I just may be in a foul enough mood tomorrow to ask that question.
After all the nonsense I had to go through just to get the damn referal and the intake forms, this had better be worth it.
Tomorrow's Glee had better be really good.
I don't recall how to do a cut here so I'll just bitch, feel free to skip this part.
Who the hell builds a rehab center for people suffering from pain and EXHAUSTION out in the freakin' boonies (at least to me, I'm now a downtown girl through and through), FIVE BLOCKS away from the nearest bus stop? WE'RE BUSTING OUR FEEBLE ARSES TRYING TO FEEL BETTER AND THEY'RE MAKING IT VERY, VERY DIFFICULT! GRRRR!
And why are they making me come all the way out there for a freakin' interview? What could they have not done over the damn phone? I just may be in a foul enough mood tomorrow to ask that question.
After all the nonsense I had to go through just to get the damn referal and the intake forms, this had better be worth it.
Tomorrow's Glee had better be really good.