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| The Mole 2004, November 1 - 2:08 p.m.
Ok, so I have a few moles on my breast. I noticed the other day that one of them has grown and was now raised instead of flat. It doesn't look like a scary mole, but common sense dictates that I have this mole examined. So I call my family doctor in K-Town, get the receptionist and she tells me that he can see me Thursday Morning at 9 am. That would mean I would have to leave Wednesday night and stay in K-town until a minimum of Saturday night when Debbie's surprise party would be finished with. No internet access (as Anne-Marie's basement flooded and everything is a mess) and I'd have nothing to do for days, plus I'd have to say good-bye yet again to going to the career centre at Sheridan on Thursday. Fuck. So I ask is I can be referred to someone in Toronto and she says, "I don't think Dr. knows anyone in Toronto." Useless... fucking useless. So I call Toronto Western and speak with the receptionist at the Dermatology Centre and she says I need a referral from my family doctor. WTF?! What pisses me off about this is that my doctor's receptionist should have known to do that. I mean referring me to a hospital, is that so damn hard? Why should being responsible about my health be so damn much like a whild goose chase? I was lucky to get a hold of my doctor's office the first time. It's always hard to get anyone. Now the line is busy again and I feel fucked over. I can't believe how angry I am. It's almost irrational. Ok, I just got a hold of her again... and she made a note for my doctor about being referred, but she didn't tell me what to do next. I mean, does she have my number here in Toronto? Will I be called back? Do I have to check with Toronto Western? When will I be referred? Fuck... I tried to ask her another question and she hung up on me. I'm pretty pissed off. But at the very least the ball is rolling and I should be able to see someone in my city. Like, the mole growth is likely nothing but I still want to know for sure. I just want information. I just want to know what I should do. Fuck... Thank You - 2006, June 7
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