It's about damn time.

I'm So the taxi FINALLY came. My appointment is in about 30 minutes and I'm supposed to be there 30 minutes before.. so I missed that deadline. *sigh* better late than never I guess though. So much for patting myself on the back for my intuition. *rolls eyes* THEN.. to top it off, the jackass of a taxi driver said to me while I was bitching at him for being late,"I have wheelchair if you want." SO.. we change channels here.. and I say in an annoyed voice,"NO! I DON'T WANT A WHEELCHAIR! I'M TRYING TO GET OUT OF MY FUCKING WHEELCHAIR! DAMN." So I'm finally on my way to the neurologist but I probably missed it because the appointment was about 20 minutes ago. Oh well.. I tried.