An update on the ridiculousness that is my life:

Today, I had a podiatrist appointment scheduled at the end of the day, so I scheduled other appointments and labs around it. I figure if I'm going to have to traverse the stairs, I make it worth my while. I couldn't get an appointment for labs, but they will take walk-ins if the orders have already been put in by the doctor. Makes life easier on everybody.

I arrived just as the labs opened and they took me right away. It worked out nicely and I was back in my car 15 minutes later while I waited for my other appointments. Within an hour, my sister had been called and told one of my two appointments before my podiatry appointment had been canceled. She reached out to me via Instagram (I have a free data-only tablet) to let me know. It was then I noticed the other appointment was in another city entirely and never should have been scheduled there instead of here, so I got on the hospital app and moved that one. By this point, I figured I'd just go to podiatry and check in worst case, I have to wait for my expected appointment time with their wifi, and best case, they can get me in earlier as they have done before. Yeah...

I went to check in and explained that I knew I was way early and willing to wait, just that I wanted to check in with the hope of being seen earlier. (Quick side note: why is podiatry the farthest department from the entrance?!) I gave the woman my medical record number and the following conversation happened:

Her: Your appointment was canceled.

Me: Yeah, that was last week. It was rescheduled for today.

Her: No, your appointment for today was canceled. It is on Thursday now. Didn't somebody call you?

Me: About that... When was my appointment changed?

Her: Um... Let me see... Um... 5 minutes ago.

Me: Even if my phone service was active, I don't get reception in this building. The distance I have to walk, with a walker, on a previously broken ankle, hence me being here, I never would have received that call.

It was clear I was angry, but I thought I was keeping it contained well enough. (Narrator: he was not.)

Her: Sir! Sir! Why don't you take a quick walk and calm down?!

I so, SO, SO wanted to burn the hospital to the ground in that moment. Instead, I stared daggers at her for a solid minute before turning and hobbling away. It is also fun to note that I am still recovering from the poor decisions made while I was admitted to the hospital, and my ankles are so swollen that I cannot wear shoes; only socks.

I'm now back home, after sitting in my car for a while to calm down. I'm trying really hard to do the right things, and I keep getting denied. I hate asking for money, but it my only option. Free phone service? Not taking new applicants. Meals on Wheels? Too young. Shuttle service to the other city for my appointments? I'm not entirely homebound, despite the fact that they had my license suspended because of the seizure, and the people I need to meet with to get me cleared are in that city.

Still trying to stay positive, just finding it hard to, lately.