Today has not been the greatest, don’t ask and I won’t lie.

They say bad news come in threes, well today they came in throngs… One such incident started last week when I decided to make an appointment with a foot doctor, I have had a discoloration on one nail and it was really starting to bug me, so I stopped in at this office close to work and the receptionist told me I could come in next Monday (today)… I was happy to not have to wait for weeks, so I booked it. At lunch time today, I showed up and I was asked to sign a form telling me I have to pay $60 for the first visit and $45 for any other following visits. I wasn’t happy about that part, but I signed nonetheless…. and I paid. A few minutes later, this nice looking lady came in the waiting room and looked straight at me and called “Michael”. I knew she was talking to me but it’s a pet peeve of mine when people cannot write or read my name, so I didn’t say anything. She looked at her papers again and then at me and called “Michael” again. I asked if she was looking for Michel, she said yes and then added: “come on in Mike.”
Arumphhhhh…
I get in, take my shoes and my socks off. (I had washed my feet at work and brought in fresh socks for the occasion, I can only imagine what a foot doctor’s day is like). I sit down on the chair she had pointed at and looking at her I told her I didn’t envy her job at all having to deal with feet all day long. She smiled and said that for her, it was the dentist’s job she didn’t envy, then I had that I most didn’t envy garbage truck drivers, just to see if she would top that… she didn’t take the bait. She put on gloves, dabbed a cotton swab in some solution and ran it all over my feet… She added right away that it was a fungal infection on my one nail, that the other ones were not infected, and then she continued to say that I also have a mild case of of athlete’s foot… Mild I repeated, as in it will go away if I ignore it or I have to really take care of it before it gets worst… She really doesn’t get me. She looked up and said that I had to take care of it as soon as possible. I didn’t tell her I was just joking (I know you don’t ignore athlete’s foot problems…) Anyway, she started to write a prescription for the one problem but continued to say that I will need to see my family doctor for the nail infection as she cannot prescribe oral treatment. Oh great!
So 10 minutes have passed, I put my socks and my shoes back on, she folded the prescription form in two before handing it me and added that it would be a good idea to come back in 4 weeks to see the progress and wished me a “good day Mike”. I sigh.
Like hell I’m gonna go back in 4 weeks and pay $45 for the privilege… If I have to see my family doctor to fix the infected nail, you can be sure I’ll go see him about the progress… Oh and by the way bitch, it’s Michel, not Mike, not Michael.
At the drugstore later on, I handed my prescription and the pharmacist asked me the doctor made a typo when she wrote Michael… AAAAArrrrruuuuummmmpppphhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Also today, a lawyer left in a huff because I didn’t give him preferential treatment at the information desk, after his third time asking why I wouldn’t do it, and me explaining why, he said he was going to the Toronto Star with this story, I wished him a good evening before calling loudly: NEXT.
Also today, a woman who had just spent a good 30 minutes with a court clerk decided to stop at the information booth for more questions about disclosure. I told her she couldn’t do that just (and before I could add the word yet), she exploded and said that it was her right to get disclosure, her rights, her rights, her rights… I said it was her rights indeed but that she would need to get a court date before she could request disclosure. She slapped her hand on the counter and left.
Also today, I got my Visa bill…
And then there’s more too…
Oh… and they better not get rid of my favourite Marias tonight
Let’s jet forward one hour later:
OH MY FUCKIN’ GOD!!!
I went to pick my prescription up at the drugstore and first of all the dimwit couldn’t find it because she was looking under B for Paquette, yeah, B… Then after ringing it through she asked if I’ve ever used it, I said no, so she tells me the pharmacist will have to talk to me about it. Now this pharmacist is always looking like someone shit in his cornflakes, so I’m REALLY looking forward to that. After 4 or 5 minutes of waiting at the side, he finally comes in and asked if I had ever used the medication, I repeat no with a bit of ‘tude, I’m annoyed at this point… so he opened the bag up and verified back to me that there was a cream and a spray, the cream is to apply to the skin and… he stopped… I volunteered: And the spray is to be sprayed? He said yes, exactly. I’m just about to reach for the two boxes when he opens one up and continued: yes, the spray is to be sprayed in the area needed… So I tell him, that the spray is for the area between the toes, twice a day and the creme is for the part under the foot, twice a day. He put everything back in the bag and gave it back to me as I tell him that I was glad I waited for that.
It’s rude I know, and I shouldn’t do what I hate people do to me, but he’s a dick and has given us bad bad bad service lately, so I felt like grounding him a bit. Bam!