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THIS IS THE FUCKING BULLSHIT.
Midwife says she wants me to have an ultrasound, can I do it Friday (today). I said "Only if it's in the morning, because my husband has to drive 4 hours to get my stepdaughter in the afternoon". The midwife ended up saying we'd forget about today, and just work on getting me one for Monday. I WAS VERY CLEAR.
Just now the phone rings, it's the midwife office telling me they've booked me with an appointment for THIS AFTERNOON.
Then the nurse got a bit bitchy with me and said "Well, they are fitting you in because it's an emergency!".
I DON'T CARE. UNLESS YOU WANT ME TO WALK THERE, I CANNOT GO. THE MIDWIFE SAID MONDAY.
I didn't say that of course, I nicely explained what the midwife had decided, which was that Monday would work better, and the nurse says "Well, I just have a note that says today or Monday", again, with annoyed tone in voice.
I DON'T CARE. GO TALK TO THE MIDWIFE ABOUT HOW SHE DROPPED THE BALL AGAIN, DON'T BITCH TO ME.
Except I didn't say that of course. I think I apologized.
Tim says I need to be more of a bitch and basically say "This is an emergency for you, this is not an emergency for me because you guys are the ones who dropped the ball".
They just called back and now I have an appointment for Monday afternoon. Tim says I need to stop apologizing. It's just something I was born with I think, in my Canadian self.
Midwife says she wants me to have an ultrasound, can I do it Friday (today). I said "Only if it's in the morning, because my husband has to drive 4 hours to get my stepdaughter in the afternoon". The midwife ended up saying we'd forget about today, and just work on getting me one for Monday. I WAS VERY CLEAR.
Just now the phone rings, it's the midwife office telling me they've booked me with an appointment for THIS AFTERNOON.
Then the nurse got a bit bitchy with me and said "Well, they are fitting you in because it's an emergency!".
I DON'T CARE. UNLESS YOU WANT ME TO WALK THERE, I CANNOT GO. THE MIDWIFE SAID MONDAY.
I didn't say that of course, I nicely explained what the midwife had decided, which was that Monday would work better, and the nurse says "Well, I just have a note that says today or Monday", again, with annoyed tone in voice.
I DON'T CARE. GO TALK TO THE MIDWIFE ABOUT HOW SHE DROPPED THE BALL AGAIN, DON'T BITCH TO ME.
Except I didn't say that of course. I think I apologized.
Tim says I need to be more of a bitch and basically say "This is an emergency for you, this is not an emergency for me because you guys are the ones who dropped the ball".
They just called back and now I have an appointment for Monday afternoon. Tim says I need to stop apologizing. It's just something I was born with I think, in my Canadian self.
