She called me to see if I still wanted to do outpatient, even though I left a message before Christmas. She said Medicare wouldn't transport me there, and I asked if I could attend while living in a homeless shelter. She said no--that I would need a case manager for that.
Long story short, she started giving me the abrupt "uh-huhs" which made me want to reach through the phone and slap her ass.
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