No mammogram today, because insurance + my doctor + whatever the fuck else is insane. And just. Fine. I'll go back to my NP and say "Hey put this through right and before the end of the year!" or something.

Then on the way home the fucking hospital called me (where mother's husband is) so I miss and call back. "Hi why did you call?" "Dunno, patient name." Get transferred to his nurse, guy is like "Oh I guess his therapist called you to tell you he's fine and doesn't need 1 on 1 anymore" BUT WHY CALL ME. HIS WIFE IS ACTIVELY IN THE ROOM WITH HIM? HOW AM I EVEN A TERTIARY CONTACT FOR MY MOTHER'S HUSBAND? HOW DID YOU EVEN GET THIS NUMBER IT'S PRETTY NEW???

I will go lay down and shriek into a pillow. Godspeed. Good luck.