I had to can­cel the vet appoint­ment today, and spoke on the phone with one of the nurs­es. Even though I apol­o­gized for can­celling at the last sec­ond, she took an extreme­ly patron­iz­ing tone with me. She assumed that a pos­si­ble emer­gency slot and UTI writ­ten down next to Patches name meant that he need­ed to seek imme­di­ate med­ical treat­ment. She had no idea how much mon­ey it costs me, how dif­fi­cult it is for me to get a ride there, how the con­di­tions of Patches behav­iour have changed since mak­ing the appoint­ment, how much I care for my cats, how much I’ve done to make sure they’re healthy and hap­py. When I can­celed, she assumed that I was just anoth­er nov­el­ty pet own­er who could­n’t be both­ered to care for his pet after real­iz­ing how much work it actu­al­ly is. She did­n’t even know why I can­celled.

It’s too bad that the doc­tors are so amaz­ing at this hos­pi­tal, while the interns are such bitch­es. I actu­al­ly had to men­tal­ly pre­pare for this vis­it yes­ter­day, to deal with the peo­ple involved, and even with my men­tal wall I still feel so fuck­ing angry and drained. This is why I hate peo­ple.