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[kbk]

Ugh. So, yesterday, after not-sleeping, I went into town for my medical services appointment to say 'please tell them I am useless at life so they will keep giving me money'. I even left my hair skanky, because that seemed to help last time.

Last time, I waited two hours. This time, my appointment was at three, I was slightly late, and the wait was supposedly over an hour (and I'd waited, oh, fifteen minutes already) so now I have a new appointment in two weeks. Ugh, ugh, blah.

However, it did mean I finally went to John Lewis like I've been meaning to for over a month and bought the stuff to finish (wait, not finish one of them... bah) two projects. And then I came home and then I went to bed early and now I am awake at five in the morning.

Also, it was sunny and somewhat warm. It was very odd.

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[edithmatilda.livejournal.com]

That happened to Baba last time. Not fun.

I really really hate being marked down for having personal hygiene of any sort. I COULD BE OCD, DUDES, LIKE YOU EVEN CARE. But yes, the whole process is unfun and having it dragged out further is not good.

Last time I went I got to be less interrogated because I was in actual therapy and therefore did not have to prove my crazy. That was really nice and meant the Wait was less bad. I recommend it.

[kbk]

Ah. I am nearly in actual therapy, maybe that will count.

It's just such a bitch all round. I am scared of people, and to prove this, I have to deal with public transport and then interact with the man at the building front desk AND the guard-type at the place AND a person at the place's front desk AND a nurse or doctor who wants to know all about how fucked up I am. Or get to the second-last of those, only to be told, 'come back in two weeks'. Ugh. Next time I will make sure I have enough batteries for my music beast. (I started using rechargeables but they seem to only last for, like, two hours, maybe less. Sigh.)