So Sunday evening. W is at work for a couple hours so I’m trying to get a blog post written and a little work done so that when she gets home we can have dinner and watch some trashy television together or something equally domestic.
I received a very cut and dry, scripted email from the customer service folks at Microcenter. Basically it just reiterated the same thing again. They were sorry. They would look into it. They had spoken with the local manager and would get back to me when they figured out what was going on. I’m starting to feel as though not much is going to come of the “excellent customer service” that I was so excited to see. Call me jaded, but we’ll see what happens.
We’re in the hardcore phases of apartment/duplex/house searching. Friday night we were supposed to view a great little house with a perfect fenced yard, and the damn landlord didn’t show up for our appointment. Probably for the best as we discovered while standing in the front yard of the house waiting for the idiot landlord that there was a domestic happening in the house on one side and the house on the other side had music playing loud enough that it was shaking the windows. We wouldn’t have liked the neighbors one bit. We’re a pretty quite family.
Yesterday was downright disasterous. I lost my driver’s license. The Boy™ and I got into a gigantic argument. And the cherry on top was a letter from my mental health clinic. I missed an appointment on Monday. It was my own damn fault and I fully acknowledge that. But I guess I went over my limit of missed appointments, and now I cannot be seen at the clinic any longer. I’m devistated about it to say the least. It drove me into a damn deep and heavy panic yesterday and I struggled through most of the evening with it. I was in a total panic. It’s pretty common knowledge that our area, and most other parts of the country from my understanding, are experiencing a shortage of available appointments for services. There are waiting lists at most clinics. Some clinics will not even make a medication management appointment for you until you have been seeing a therapist regularly with their clinic for three to six months. Without medication, I am not well. I generally end up hospitalized within a couple of weeks of discontinuation. It is an absolute disaster for me and for my family. The letter I received had a list of clinics that I could attempt to make appointments with. I’m going to start the process of making phone calls tomorrow.
