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.

I just tried to take Patches to the vet hos­pi­tal, but it turns out that the appoint­ment was sched­uled for tomor­row instead. I’m not sure if the mis­com­mu­ni­ca­tion is my fault or the interns’ fault; I doubt it was me, but it could be either. Now my plan­ning has been fucked, and I just wast­ed $40 in taxi mon­ey after deal­ing with annoy­ing interns (the hos­pi­tal has amaz­ing doc­tors, but com­plete bitch­es for interns). I’ve been want­i­ng to get this appoint­ment over with for so long. Patches might be sick and I’m leav­ing to go home soon, and I need to make sure he’s okay before I leave. Trolley has the car next week so he’ll help me take Patches then. I was going to drown my frus­tra­tion in break­fast sausages, but I ran out of them yes­ter­day.