A Long, Fruitless, and Stressful Time
I walked in the door at 4:15 and immediately called my SS Adjudicator as the receptionist had instructed me. The transportation that had been provided had got me to the doctor's office 35 minutes late, so all was for naught as I was too late for my appointment. My options were to wait in case someone didn't show up for an appointment, in which case the transportation wouldn't pick me up until 6, an hour past the closing time, or go home and reschedule. I would've stayed had I known I'd be seen, however it was just the luck of the draw. If I'd then been picked up at 6 I wouldn't get home until 7 - I'm fried enough, today, without that.

The driver was affable and kind to me and I enjoyed talking to her - I think that the particular transportation niche she is in ill suits her, however. The receptionist was very kind to me, too, and even said she would stay until 6pm for me if that's what I chose. The driver and the receptionist spat flames at each other, but I liked them both. As it turns out, the driver is Nez Perce - and an artist, to boot.

This was certainly the worst way the day could turn out, I suppose. My next appointment (whenever that winds up being) COULD be as early as the 28th, but might be further in the future than that. I was hoping the stress would go away today, but unfortunately I have another X amount of it.

I need to go and collapse now.