You know what? Fuck the Veterans Health Administration (VHA) – U.S. Department of…. I’m supposed to see my eye doctor every 6 months because my eyes are so screwed up. So, last time I left the clinic, I said the doc wanted me back in 6 months, and they said, oh, yeah, we’ll send you an appointment card in the mail. So, I got the appointment card, which says to call and make an appointment. But when I call, I’m told Dr. Lee doesn’t have anything available until 2016 and I should have made the appointment when I left the clinic the last time. “You’ll have to just make the appointment for the next time Dr. Lee has available, next year. I’ll transfer you to the appointment line.” Get on the appointment line, where the expected wait is over twenty minutes. Well, I already waited over half an hour this morning trying to get the stupid appointment in the first place. Fuck all of you people and your conflicting information, and thanks for NOT getting me in to get my eyes checked.
For about a year now, I’ve been living at a friend’s house, sleeping on the couch. This week I’ve been living at a San Diego hotel, and I’ve gotta say, living by myself again has been SO good. I am one of those people who really likes being by myself. At the house, I’m in the living room pretty much all day every day, and since the other adult in the house is not working, the only time I get to be alone is when I’m in the bathroom, or if he ever actually leaves the house, which is not often. And since I’m still healing torn tendons and a sprained ankle, it’s hard for me to get out and about alone. However, even though I’m not going out much, and I don’t even have a microwave in my room here to heat food in, it’s still very nice not having to deal with other people in my space. I enjoy knowing that if I want to go interact with other people, I can, but if I want to just sit here and watch the NASCAR race and Game of Thrones all by myself, I can do that also. I’ve missed my Gwen-time, and I am REALLY enjoying it while I can.
As for where I’m staying this week: The Embassy Hotel on Park Blvd. is a LONG block from the San Diego Zoo and Balboa Park, and is an older building with a lot of character. It’s a nice walk from here to the zoo and park, or to downtown Hillcrest. There are grocery stores and restaurants within easy walking distance, and there’s a bus stop right out front if you want to take public transportation, which is pretty darn good in San Diego. The best part about this place, though, is the price. You can get a room with a queen-size bed, private bathroom, and fridge (and in most rooms a microwave) for $225 a WEEK, plus a $50 deposit. I’m unhappy that I somehow got a room without a microwave this week, and the person in the room next to me is a smoker, and I can smell the cigarettes through the vent in my bathroom. Unfortunately there are no other rooms to move to this weekend, but tomorrow (Monday) morning I’m going to ask at the front desk again. And, even though I don’t have my own microwave, there are two downstairs in the lobby, which are clean and available for use. There are coin operated laundry facilities in the basement, as well, soda and snack machines in the lobby, and since this is a residential hotel, a lot of the same people have lived here for years, so you get to know some of the neighbors if you do spend any time downstairs. I’ve been told they offer monthly rental rates, too, but I’ve not asked about them yet, but I’ll post what they are when I do. Overall, the Embassy is very comfortable, though not fancy, and you can’t beat the price.