More toothy issues in OD

Yesterday, I was slowly waking up when my phone rang. As the number came up ‘unknown’, I did what I always do and left it to go to voicemail.

(Unless I’m expecting a call from a number I don’t recognise I always do that. If it’s important, they’ll leave a message and I can call them back.)

T’was the dentist about a couple of appointments. Now, I’ve mentioned before that I have a consultation at the hospital on the 13th. So, I phoned them back only to find out that they knew nothing about that.

As it turns out, I was supposed to have an appointment yesterday, which is probably why they were phoning me. But I didn’t get the letter till after they phoned.

So another appointment has been made for me for Tuesday (which caps off a fun couple of days. Monday I have the doctor, sign on and a meeting with my useless employment coach. Tuesday, dentist. Just shoot me now).

And on the 9th of April I go into hospital for the actual operation. At 8am. So, not only am I going to be doing something I don’t want to do, but I’m gonna have to get up early (and get one of my friends up early as well) to do something I really don’t wanna do. Good thing I don’t eat breakfast.

Will