“I would highly recommend this school because it teaches children not to question god’s loving will. The bible is the answer to all things. Also it teaches young women to be respectable and to understand their role in the community.”

Kill me fucking now.

So yesterday I had a “consultation appointment” with a new doctor, and after $10 and an hour of waiting, I spoke to him for 5 minutes. He does sports medicine and urgent care. He doesn’t know jack shit about bariatric surgery and how to get it. The good news is that he was completely up front with this information, and didn’t dick me around hemming and hawing about the whole thing. That beats the shit out of the last psycho bitch I saw. But I shouldn’t have had to go in for an appointment to find this information out. I specifically told the person I spoke to on the phone what I was looking for and this was the best she could apparently do. I’m just a bit annoyed by that fact. On the other hand, he gave me a possible name, and it’s one of the names the clinic gave me before. (The clinic gave me some suggestions after I’d already scheduled the appointment I went to yesterday.)

It’s hard, half the staff seem genuinely incapable of giving me the information I want, and the doctors are literally inaccessible outside these appointments. But there has to be a better way to get this information.

Oh and I found out how much I actually weigh. That was…. special.

mood: wavering somewhere between “blah” and “annoyed”, with occasional “mad cow” tendencies.
music: Black Eyed Peas – Anxiety