Dis-Appointments

Today I had a dentist appointment: Had as in used to have, not had as in have been to. It was for this afternoon and it got cancelled. I'd call it a lucky reprieve, because I currently want to hide in a hole, but the cause of the cancellation was a death in my dentists family, so it's a bitter break. I feel like I should put the day to some use, having been given it back by such an event, but my brain is adamant that resting is a solid gold use of time. So resting it is.

In a rather plain envelope, I received notification of two more appointments made with the GIC, for the 5th... I'd be much happier for them if they were not for the 5th of July. So far, a seven month wait, then a month between first appointment and a blood test/check-up, and then a month and a half from that to the next appointment, whatever they might be. When I was told on my first appointment that they had a panel meeting for considering treatment steps every three months (IE, that meeting would be where they say 'yes, she can have hormones' as far as I understand it,) I was happy, I could be getting some treatment much faster than I expected. On thought I realised it would be closer to six months before they said yes anyway because of the timings of my first appointment and their panel meeting, now I'm sceptical that they'll have things together and say yes by the time nine months have passed. I know I'm lucky I'm being seen for treatment at all right now, and that waiting time were multiple years longer in the past, but this is a depressing state of affairs that's not helping me get some semblance of a functional routine together (as I understand it, that's one of the criteria on which they prescribe treatments too.)

The milk was off this morning too. How am I supposed to wake up and feel human without a good cup of tea to start the day?

I'm grumbly and in a bad mood, if you couldn't tell. I want things to stop being so stupid and work as they're 'supposed' to. No wonder I want to hide in a hole.