I hate being an adult sometimes. I have to make an appointment with this new primary care doctor so that they can verify that I do in fact have cancer so the main hospital can bill my insurance.
I guess it just seems a bit odd cause they're wanting to verify that I've been going through chemo and stuff, but all they would have to do is look at my ridiculously long medical records to see that
I have to prove my disability all the time. I'll be in the office in my chair and they'll ask me all these questions and get all this info from my doctors. It's hilarious how dense the need for paperwork can -