Damn ENT Group in 2020s

sighs Looks like I don’t have to worry about any appointments until December. As I expected, I found a voicemail saying they “just learned” that the ENT I was supposed to see won’t be in the office on the 30th. How convenient, right? This is the fourth time they’ve bailed on me! No matter how many appointments I make, they’re never going to see me. If we ever live in another state or a different part of this one, maybe I can get help with my sleep apnea then. For now, it hasn’t killed me yet. Besides, what would I even do with more energy as a poor person who never goes anywhere? This might actually be a good thing—maybe I would’ve gone ahead with Inspire and regretted it, just like my ear surgery. Plus, we don’t have the right car to be going too far.

Since I’m not going to be up for the pulmonologist appointment anyway, I might as well cancel that too, since they’re connected.

We’re going to see how well we can clean my ear out on our own with the new ear sprayer. If it doesn’t work, I’ll head back to the clinic. I just really hope I don’t have to switch insurance plans again next year! I’m so tired of starting over, and I can’t go back to Galileo since they’re too damn expensive.

I’m definitely ready for storm season to end, even if that brings new stresses—like whether or not the motorcycle is going to wake me up with the bedroom set up as it is. I can’t control mother nature, but you don’t get to fuck with my life or my sleep and get away with it. I swear, if that guy wakes me up, I’ll be knocking on his bedroom window in the middle of the night. I’m tired of rearranging my life—especially my own damn home—because of other people. My life shouldn’t revolve around what others are doing, yet I have no choice but to blast the sound machine uncomfortably loud when I know I’ll be sleeping from 9:00 a.m. to 3:00 p.m. when the bastard returns in six weeks or so.

I hate to sound like a conceited bitch, but either I’m smarter than I give myself credit for, or Andy’s one dumb dude. Unable to fight my natural curiosity, I peeked at his page, and he had a picture of an intersection somewhere. Someone asked where it was, and he said he didn’t know. Doesn’t he realize you can search images through Google Lens? I could’ve told him it was in Minnesota if we were still friends.