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momma_bee -> RE: April PPS Chat Thread (4/25/2008 5:33:09 AM)
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Hello (and welcome PenPen) This is a vent - I didn't mean it to be, but when I typed forever and started spilling my guts, I decided to keep it. So, after the next sentence, skip to the last two paragraphs and you'll have the gist without my bellyaching. The trip to the dentist was AWFUL. The insurance told me to call that guy. The general dentist's office (who didn't have an open appointment until next week) told me to call that guy. I called and said I was 'self-referred' and didn't have x-rays/records and they made the appointment. So, I was more that a bit upset that I got the courage to go in, Sweetie and I both missed work and the surgeon wouldn't do anything. I left. I was furious. I understand, but that doesn't fix things. Poppa stayed and talked to the guy but I couldn't bear it. The Dr was, well, you can't help but talk down to me when I am that upset KWIM? A caring person would talk softer, maybe more matter of fact to remove the feelings from the practiciality and the sitution doesn't make sense. I know I need to see a dentist - therefore I should go. I have no reason to get that upset, so I should be able to work thru it. I can't. [:o][&o] And I hate hearing that in anyone's voice. It was just BAD. And, Poppa gets nervous for me. I drove down and he was correcting my driving (Ok, clear, after this guy [:)] ) and was upsetting me by his reactions to me driving. I asked him to stop and asked if he wanted me to be upset before I got there and I have to wonder if he wanted me mad at him so I focused on something else. The end result? I need to go to a dentist. No kidding. So, Wednesday afternoon I was back to where I was Monday morning. Yesterday, I called and called. Is this one on the insurance? Call the dr and explain (and cry) then find out they aren't excepting new patients or don't have opening for 2 weeks. Finally, I got in with someone who would LISTEN to me. They need to know how upset I am before I get there so they are prepared when I get there and she had an opening today. I'm not telling Poppa. He can't keep missing work. He turns errands into events. (where are we eating, do you really want to go back to work or just go home) He insists we need to be there 20 minutes before they want us there and if we are 'late' he gets anxious. And I feed off of that. I need to walk in at the last second so that I don't have to wait. I need to be able to tell them how I feel without worrying about my hubby thinking less of me because I snapped at the stupid technician for taking my glasses and asking me to walk. Really. She told me to take off my glasses (I did) and put them there, but I couldn't see where she pointed. So, Poppa grabbed them and she said 'follow me' and left and I didn't see which direction she went so I had to follow her voice and step onto a plate that I couldn't gauge the height. Wouldn't it be easier to take my glasses after I got there????? I can't see, that is why I wear them... It irks me. And, after she left I said to Poppa how stupid it was and he was telling me she was just doing her job. I know - but 'blind as a bat' is important to know. *** (skip to here) So I decided not to tell him I am going today. Of course, this isn't going to work. I wanted to go in early and he is dragging his feet in the bathroom. And, BigBee may have been hurt in track. If they call me, I won't be at work. If they call Poppa, he won't know it and he'll be trying to reach me before BigBee would go to the doctor. And, the appointment is just late enough in the morning to mess that up. No matter what it will hurt Poppa's feelings but I have to try it this way to get some care. One of the reasons I hate going to the dentist is that I need him there. Really now, I'm almost 40 years old and know what they are going to say - why do I need him to hold my hand for this? Maybe if I HAVE to keep myself calm it will be easier to do so.
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