Bah.

I was sent to St Peter Hospital medical rehab and they had no clue why I was there and couldn't ring the neuro as his office is closed this week due to a move. So it was a pointless ordeal. They will ring me when they get clarification and we will set up another appointment. My friend Con made it possible, which was great of her, but I feel badly that it was for naught. I don't have endless favours I can ask for.
Person: It's a grey area.
Me: It isn't a grey area it's just a fuck-up.

No wonder I was unsure exactly what was supposed to be going on, since apparently no one else knew either. I'm angry at being so feeble. What is the frigging purpose of this? Bah. *goes to phlop*