The Karate Kid in I'm Just Snacking 2024

Yep. they ghosted me. They probably figured out I didn’t have enough money for their services. I mean, how dare poor humans get sick or hurt, y’know?

I didn’t email asking wtf their damage was, because if I did that, I would have been scream typing at them. So fuck whatever makes them special in any sort of way.

Dr. Meyer’s office got back to me early Wednesday. I was literally going to walk in there and ask if they even checked messages. (omg I’ve been so fucking moody!!!) But in a nice way.

I explained the entire situation as quickly as I could, but when I told them what the St. Peters group charges, she said “what? Excuse me. What did you just say?” and I swear to fuck she put me on speaker for that one second of me saying “200 bucks”

My appointment is with his partner, Dr. Hayden. I’ve not met him, but everyone says he’s awesome. He just doesn’t do acupuncture. If they suggest it, or if I want it, Dr. Meyer will be the one to do it.

So my appointment is this coming Wednesday. First visit is $110.00. any treatment appointments are ..... $55.00! What the.... It was my turn to say “excuse me what?” so she added the fact that if I have one treatment, or 20 (that’s my dogsitting tag line) It’s still only 55 bucks.

Ironically the pain has been absolutely manageable this week. I now have only 4 clients this week, and 4, maaaaybe 5 next week. obviously, I’m not going to hurt if I’m not doing things that make me hurt, eh?

no no. I’m not gonna cancel. By the time everyone was in bed I was hurting pretty bad. I wasn’t crying, it wasn’t that level, but it was bad enough to make me quietly bitch about it to absolutely no one but myself.

So I guess we’ll see what Wednesday brings, huh?

See ya.