Well, I called my HMO for the dental plan. There's only ONE doctor I can see, and he happens to be out of town until next week. I called the HMO to see if I could have a checkup/evalutaion with anyone else. "Nope."
I called my old dentist to see whether he could prescribe some painkillers so that I might be able to survive until I see the friggin' HMO doctor (whose office said they couldn't prescribe anything either). He said, "Nope."
I almost called my gynecologist to see whether he would do it, but then imagined the conversations that might lead to ... and decided not.
Therefore, I am prescribing my own painkillers, in the way of Aleve. It's supposed to be one every 6-8 hours (or was it 8-12 hours?). At the moment I'm doing about three every eight hours (one every two and a half or so), and it's STILL painful! Damn wisdom teeth.
I have, as of yesterday and today, contacted everyone who is going to write me letters of recommendation, and all have enthusiastically agreed to do so. I have sent each of them my transcripts, and a list of activities, etc. Also, yesterday I sent all my transcripts from various colleges to the Law School Admissions Counsel. I've completed all of the law school applications and now need only write my personal statement. Go me. :-)
This morning after a meeting a lady came up to me and said, "My name is ___. I'm the supervisor at St. Mary's hospital. Are you Jennifer?" I shuddered. I routinely brush them off, because I can never find the faxes they supposedly sent to have the bills tracked. Since other people were around I had to admit to my name and braced myself for rebuke. (I'm being dramatic. I usually do keep up with these, but sometimes it does get annoying.) She continued, "I just wanted you to know that I love reading your reports (CLRC). They are so detailed and so well-written. Susan? Is this one of your kids? She's awesome." I felt so special :-)