Mojo, no pity here, you sound like you can handle the idiot but will send hopes that you get things sorted so everyone is happy and that he stops being a prat and gets on with his life so you can get on with yours and of course hugs because everyone no matter how tough they are needs one of those every now and then. Sounds like he wants his cake and eat it to, how can he possible tell you that he wants to work it out and then go on a date, its as if he trying to keep his options open which is not nice when it concerns people and their feelings.
Your friend sounds like she is virtually family so really he was just being a vindictive son of a B to deprive your friend of that experience when you sound all so close.
I just found out how expensive the government is considering allowing private contractors to make the medical weed next year when the system changes. I won't be able to afford my pain relief. I might be able to afford a third of my prescribed pain relief. Imagine having to decide which 2/3 of the time you'll have to choose to suffer.
Even at the current prices, I can't afford more than 2/3 of my prescription so sometimes life is hard.
I ordered the full amount for this month because I have to do chemo for a couple of weeks for my bones later this month and I can't do that crap without weed.
This is a little stressful. Old farts get their Viagra covered, but sick people in pain, etc, get royally fleeced.
I'm sitting in the doctor's office today, he asked how I was doing and when I told him it's been a stellar day because I fainted in the shower and ended up with wry neck as a parting gift, he makes a note, asks no questions, and doesn't even check my vitals. I was sitting there shaking with pain.
I think of him as 'The Chicken'. I don't think he's comfortable with physical contact. When I went to my old doctor before he retired, I could go in with a band-aid on my finger, and ask for my asthma meds or something and the doc would want to know what happened to my finger before he would do the vitals. I'd have to tell him how I cleaned it and treated it before he was satisfied. He'd do the vitals and write out my 'scrip.
I left with my prescription refills, the doc still looked freaked that I am not being medicated by the shrink (correcting the sleep issues without drugs!), and I felt like I was being brushed off because HE came back from his lunch late.
I think the doctor should actually care and not look at the patient as a frightening intellectual problem.
I'm bipolar... really manic most of the time... but I run with it. I'm super high-functioning because I have the brains to manage it. My doctor is uncomfortable with mental illness. It's painfully obvious.
When I was four, I got a doctor kit for my birthday. I wanted to be a doctor, a ballerina and an artist. I would have made a better doctor than him if I would have had education and opportunity because I actually CARE.
For the record... I am an artist, I belly dance, and I create natural products to help people heal. Pretty close.