Okay, so I've got a knot the size of a watermelon in my stomach. The chiropractor visit was... interesting. First of all, I spent $155 to fill out a form and watch a REALLY DUMB 14 minute video that TOTALLY insults your intelligence.
The video person spoke in a really slow voice, like you know how some adults talk down to kids like they're idiots and can't grasp which way is up or down? It was SO annoying. And the content that I HAD to see? (He FORCED me to watch this video.)
"At... your... first... chiropractic... visit... you... will... fill... out... a... form... with... your... past... medical... history... so... the... doctor... can... discuss... it... with... you.... This... is... what.. the... form... looks... like. Then... the... doctor... will... do... a... full... body.... checkup..."
You get the idea. Since I had already spent 50 minutes sitting in the waiting room while he was picking his nose (he wasn't even with another patient!), I was really irritated to waste another 14 minutes, particularly because I was paying $155 for it.
Oh, and the waiting room. The waiting room. Oh. My. Gawd. I finally turned off the damn radio, because it was piping this IRRITATING Christian Rock. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm cool with Christianity. But shouldn't there be a separation of doctor and religion? And I'm sorry, on a purely musical level, Christian Rock sucks. I would rather listen to screaming rap full of obscenities.
And I'm fine with Christianity, truly. Even when I was a Christian I HATED Christian Rock. Despised it. YUCK! It is the most awful music I've ever heard in my life. (I think there are two Christian Rock artists I've liked, ever, and I can only take them in small doses.)
And 80% of the literature on the table had to do with being a Christian. I am there to get my foot fixed, NOT to be converted!!!!
It was to the point where I felt distinctly uncomfortable, like I shouldn't be there since I wasn't a Christian.
Then we added another $140 for X-rays, at which point I'm practically hyperventilating to myself, "Please don't let this money be going to waste, please don't let this money be going to waste, please don't let this money be going to waste."
So I go back tomorrow for another $100, but I'm in tears because he's going to do exactly what my stepbrother did. And that didn't work. So I don't know.
Um, what did I say about hopes?
Yeah, I let them get a little too high. I want this SO BAD I can't even tell you. In fact, I want this so bad that my blood pressure was 25 numbers higher than usual! (That could've been the video and the Christian rock.) I want my foot better so bad that as soon as DH called me to see how it went, I started crying.
And while I'm totally cool spending $500 to fix my foot, I am so not cool with WASTING another $500 after wasting six or seven thousand already. I mean, this $500 hurts going out.
But maybe tomorrow he can make it better. I don't know. Maybe, huh? Tomorrow at one. So I guess I just need to get my hopes up again.
I shoulda gone to my stepbrother. *sigh* I feel like throwing up. I did the wrong thing, I can feel it. I shoulda saved this money and gone to my stepbrother.
Fuck. Oh well. What can you do? I had the feeling as soon as I talked to him, you know? The gut feeling? And I IGNORED it. WHY, dear God, do I do that???? EVERY time I do that I regret it! Damn, damn, damn.
Is this why people try not to get their hopes up? What do you think? Am I being a complete idiot here? I am, you don't have to say it. Sheesh.