Day 144 – Woohoo!!! We have an election date

FINALLY our cocksucker of a Prime Minister has finally announced the election date. November 24th it is and I can’t wait for Election Day. Come on Ruddy lets beat some motherfucking Liberal arse and I beg you that if you win this election PLEASE get our troops out of Iraq.

Okay, no more political bullshit as I am sure I bore the lot of you but I just get heart palpitations when I express my views. Sing along with me “I found my thrills on Parliament House”

I rang The Bariatric Centre on Friday begging and pleading to be squeezed in to see Mr. Wonderful Surgeon to get some fill taken out. Dracula who answers the phone was extremely unhelpful and very unprofessional and the cunt has pissed me off. She tells me a date and time which is 4 weeks away and said “Dat is hall I hav” (that is all I have) and hung up on me.

I sat at work looking at the receiver in disbelief. All I know is that if I spoke to a patient like that my arse would be out the door. I understand demanding patients, I understand rude patients, I understand patients that refuse to take no for an answer. I deal with patients like that each and every day on the hour every hour but never EVER have I hung up on a patient and one that was as distressed and pleading as I.

I was perplexed as from day one we are told that if we go through this centre to have our surgery that they are there for us 24 hours per day. I paid a few thousands and I mean thousands of dollars to be treated by this clinic but I didn’t pay for insolence, rudeness and a dumb bitch to hang up on me.

I then emailed Mr. Wonderful Surgeon and sat and waited. I received an apologetic email from him (which between you and me made me want him more – hey Vicki howdya like that one? Hahahaha) Basically he has told me to drop into any of his rooms and he will take some fill out, he told me to call his main rooms so they could tell me where he was situated or located on that day and he would squeeze me in where he could. He also told me off and called me a “Diva” for persevering for the length of time that I had. I had to laugh at the diva comment as that is sooo me. Hahahaha. Now I have to look at my work schedule and see where I can duck out for an hour or two.

Food has not been an issue these last couple of days. I am taking 20 minutes to eat and I am eating ever so slowly. I still am experiencing a lot of discomfort with each mouthful. The best way to describe this discomfort is by saying that I feel like at times; the food going down is like swallowing razor blades. It’s very scratchy and it doesn’t hurt as such there’s just a level of uncomfortable-ness.

I received a rather pleasant surprise today and one that left me happy. I went around to my parent’s house for lunch and lo and behold my Aunt V is over. Now just wait a second, this bit of information may sound trivial to you all but I haven’t seen my Aunt V for over 8 years. (This is what I mean when I say my extended family is fucked, there is ALWAYS some sort of bullshit going on) I have always adored my Aunt V as she has a heart of gold in fact I don’t think in my entire 37 years of existence have I ever heard anyone say a bad word about her. She is truly a lovely lady.

I only manage to spend an hour with her and she kept asking me if she may come to my home one day to see the way I have decorated my home (I love home improvement and I love decorating my home…friends have joked that my home sometimes looks like a shop display as I have everything coordinated, they don’t call me anal retentive for no reason I guess) I told her that my door was always open for her any day,any time.

I gave my aunt the hughest hug and squeeze as I left my parents home and it was lovely just lovely to see her again.

Anyways, Elvis is wanting to wrestle as he is biting my hands as I try and type this.

Stay beautiful everyone and remember to VOTE PROPERLY!!!

Reney