Ok. Last night. I called my mom. She said she would wire me some money. I never heard back from her after that. Today, I woke up not knowing where to go to get said money. I spent an hour and a half trying to get into contact with her and failing. I must have called her 30 times. Because of this, I did not have time to take a shower before I left. I went to Wies where I picked up the money last time just to check., They said that I need a number of some kind to complete the transaction. I cannot get the money for this freaking appointment before I go there. Fine. Whatever. I will have to bank this all on a stretched too thin credit card we have.

So I get to the doctors office. They ask me about why I am there. I tell them that I have an appointment. They have me sit down. Eventually, they call me up to the check out window. I go up there and talk to the lady, who tells me that I do not have an MRI scheduled for today. WHAT?! I WAS PROMISED ONE LAST TIME. She says that the doctor is just going to look at my knee. Well, that's wonderful. My knee hurts, and I am still not going to get to know why. Thank you for practically rendering this a huge waste of my time. She sends me back to a waiting room.

I sit down in the waiting room and start to read my book. At this point, I have been walking around enough this morning that every movement of my left leg hurts my knee. I am glad for the chance to sit down, and I am irritated. After about 30 minutes (the doctor was behind), I get called back. The nurse asks me why I am not getting an MRI today because she remembers my first visit there. I tell her that I was going to ask the same thing. The doctor comes in and fidgets with my knee while watching me whence in pain while doing so. I want to punch the guy. Whatever. HE sends me along my way and decides to schedule...you guessed it...an MRI. He sends me to another place where I wait for another 30 to 45 minutes to schedule this thing. I schedule it for Thursday.

Ok. I am finally about to leave, right? Right? Wrong. I get up to the check out counter, where I am, basically, lectured about the fact that I did not have 25 dollars for my first visit. They say that I need to pay for the first and second visit. I ask if a credit card will be ok. They say that it will. I hand it over. It gets declined. Wonderful. I now have no way to pay for this stupid and entirely pointless doctors visit that just rescheduled what was supposed to have been scheduled in the first place. They ask me whose credit card it is. I am honest, and I say that it is my room mates. "Oh. You can't do that. He needs to be with you. He could report it stolen." HE IS MY FREAKING ROOM MATE! HE KNOWS I HAVE IT! HE AUTHORIZED ME TO USE IT! STOP CHEWING ME OUT AND LET ME LEAVE BECAUSE I AM PISSED OFF! No. We cannot do that. They do not give me a clear answer on whether they take my insurance or not. They say they have not heard of Medica and that they did some research and discovered that it is a branch of United Health Care. They say they will send in the bill and United Health Care may not take care of it because sometimes they don't from that particular location. This means I could get stuck with a bill upwards of $800.

Now I need to try to reschedule my MRI at a place that I am certain accepts my freaking health insurance. I have a paper for a return visit on a week from tomorrow, AND IT DOES NOT EVEN HAVE A DOCTORS NAME ON IT! As such, I have no way of looking it up to see if they actually do take United Health Care. I do not know and did not get a straight answer. She just danced around an answer. What the hell?!

*headdesk* I JUST WANT TO KNOW WHAT IS WRONG WITH MY KNEE! WHY IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?!