Made an appointment for a full eye exam at the Bailey Nelson clinic in Richmond Center for 1 pm this Friday.
At first, I made the appointment for 12 pm. But my doctor’s appointment is at 11 am, and (grr) Doctor Chao is perennially WAY behind, so I can’t trust that I will actually be out of his office by noon.
That’s okay, though. I have other errands to run that day, so I will just do those in between Doctor Chao and the eye exam and things will work out fine.
Still wish my GP was more reliable, though.
Heck, with my luck, this will be the one time when he’s right on time, thus leaving me with the maximum possible time to fill.
Oh well. Worst case scenario, I will just go home and wait.
Or have lunch with Julian at the Richmond Center White Spot.
I dunno, though, It will be smack dab in the middle of the lunch rush. Might be a tad too crowded and loud for us sensitive souls.
Whatever. Maybe lunch a la food court would suit us better. Richmond Center has a pretty epic food court.
We will work something out I am sure.
Hmm. It occurs to me that one of my errands is to drop by my bank to cash my GST cheque and put a bunch of money on my card.
I find myself quite a bit ahead of my budget, and I have checked to make sure next month isn’t a five week month, so I will have around $300 to play around with.
Not sure what I will do with it. Springing for fancier lenses for the glasses I will inevitably be getting is a distinct possibility.
Like ones with special coating for people who sit in front of a computer all day. Supposedly cuts down on eye strain and makes screen text easier to read.
Sounds good to me.
Looking forward to being able to see properly again.
Or as good as I ever do, anyhow.
Also looking forward to talking to my therapist tomorrow because I want to pick his brain about my whole medical malpractice deal.
He’s an MD, technically, so he can probably tell me a lot about how malpractice works from the other side of the stethoscope, so to speak.
I’m not looking for money, although that would be nice. I am looking for justice. I want this asshole Doctor Andrew Smith to pay for treating me like trash and I want to make sure he doesn’t do it to anyone else.
Whether that takes the form of a stiff reprimand from the BC College of Surgeons and Physicians or me raking him over the coals in court is up to him, and them.
But the more he or the system resists, the louder and more public I will get, and the more expensive my justice will get.
And I can be very loud and extremely expensive.
This fucker knew I had a life-threatening condition and he downplayed it to me because he was in a hurry.
That can not go unpunished.
I will get my justice, even if I have to destroy his life to get it.
More after the break.
So now what?
Well, I used up all my chatty newsy stuff in the first half, so now I have to actually think of something to write about.
I could talk about the upcoming US election. Make tonight’s entry all historical and such.
Honestly, I hope Trump dies before Nov 3. I am not afraid to say that I hope he dies confused and terrified and gasping for air as drowns in his own lies.
Metaphorically speaking. But only barely.
And I know this is not the “nice” thing to say. What we are all “supposed” to be saying is that we wish him a swift recovery, get well soon, XOXOXOX.
Well fuck that. I want him to die, die, die. I don’t swish him a swift recovery and any card I sent would say “Get well never. Die, you monstrous pant-shitting toddler.”
That would get me on some lists.
The only thing that would make me happier is if he was declared mentally incompetent for the office and they invoked the 25th Amendment to remove him from power.
Imagine just how sweet it would be to see Donald “Golden Shower Boy” Trump declared too stupid to be President right before the election.
Imagine just how angry that would make him. Might make him so mad he throws a tantrum so intense it kills him.
Hopefully on live TV, in as messy and degrading way as possible,.
Now as a good mostly-liberal type person, I do not cast this curse lightly. I am no bellicose monster spewing toxic hate willy-nilly like some rotary head sprinkler of evil.
I am, for the most part, a good and gentle soul.
But I have had enough. Fuck Trump, fuck Pence, fuck Mitch the Bitch McConnell, fuck every Proud Boy and Libertarian and all the other overfed maggots of democrazy who claim to love freedom but really want its annihilating opposite, fascism.
Fuck them in the ass with a broken bottle. They are loathsome products of the putrefaction that in my lifetime has taken American conservatism from people I could respect (and agree with on many levels) but disagree with to demons actively pursuing the highest of evils without even bothering to wipe the spittle from their slavering fangs once in a while.
I fervently hope that this coming election throws them all out of power, and not just by a little but by a landslide. I want them to lose so badly that even the most thickwitted of GOP operatives can’t deny that they must have done something wrong,
Furthermore, I want their very names to become so toxic that being associated with them is worse than being associated with the Klan.
I want their castles burn, their cities sacked, and the ground salted so deeply that nothing can grow there for a thousand years.
And I am not afraid to say it.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.