Grrrrr!

Denise is really really really pissed off. Her last two wisdom teeth were meant to come out on Thursday. There was an appointment booked with the Dental Clinic for the yoinking of these teeth, we'd spent a restless night beforehand, and had prepared the icepacks and DVD's for days worth of resting, and recuperating, and me running around being nurse. Plus I had planned all my knitting I would do while looking after Denise. I had even booked a flexi day off work to take her in.
And we get there, the Dental receptionist wanted her to pay for THREE teeth to come out (seems this dentist is very insistent that her wisdom tooth on the other side should still come out, despite what our regular dentist said, and wrote), and we get in there and find out IT WAS ONLY A CHECK-UP!
Normally I'm a very nice person, I don't swear at people unnecessarily. I think this was necessary. I was damn furious, Denise was quietly seething. Possibly plotting to nut him.
Needless to say, once we know Denise never has to see this dentist again, we're making an official complaint, not just to the hospital, but also our local politicians. I can't understand how they can get away with treating people in the public system like this.
Even writing this has made me angry again. GRR!
We had some retail therapy after though. IKEA, and this great underwear shop for women with... well larger than usual boobs. Found some great clothes. And this sexy little corset.
Needless to say, that being so angry, very little knitting has been done. Don't want to knit something too tight.