.One.
Today I got onto my health care provider’s website to search for a family doctor/general doctor, since I’ve been having some interesting symptoms lately. The search for provider system on their site is quite possibly one of the least well-organized systems on the planet. In a search for family doctors, a variety of results were returned. The first one I called turned out to be pediatric. The second: a hospice. The third: Planned Parenthood.
When I finally got through to the kind of doctor’s office I needed, the first appointment was late September. So I went back to my searching and my many accidental contacts with Planned Parenthood until I finally found a family practitioner with an opening this Wednesday.
I’m sure my work is totally excited about the hour that it took me to get that appointment.
.Two.
I am potentially visiting Roommate #1 twice this year. This is very exciting and will result in much facebook vanity and photographic evidence of ridiculousness, in between her being on call for the hospital and stitching up lacerations.
.Three.
This week, like so many weeks lately, I would like to punch the universe in the face. If the universe had a face, that is. And by the universe I actually mean Peter Pan. And whoever came up with the idea of work. And anyone who has ever forwarded that totally retarded email about Obama wanting to kill old people. And my parents. Both simultaneously.
.Four.
Boss was talking today about how she’ll probably take 9 weeks off after the baby is born. I have decided, in light of this new development, that I’m going to fake a pregnancy and also take 9 weeks off. Is it possible to start faking a pregnancy now and get to take my 9 weeks in early 2009? Do you think they’d notice the discrepancy between my time lines?
.Five.
From a discussion on how large enough doses of Vitamin C can harm a fetus: “In large enough doses even air will kill you. Go stick your head outside an airplane.” -Adam Corolla, Loveline
1. I am so looking forward to the Facebook photographic insanity that will come from you and Roommate #1.
2. Someone is really sending around an email about Obama wanting to kill old people???? People like that exist?
3. I love #5… it makes me feel better about still drinking coffee.
it took me a while to figure out how to respond. and i normally don’t check your blog, but roomate #1 has talked about you a lot recently and I thought i would check in on your thoughts. i guess i’ll have to follow suite for the day and respond in a numbered fasion.
1) I’ll be a real doctor in only 2 years. so, sorry your search was frusterating, but i’m only an email/phonecall/facebook post away. however, i do realize that last time you tried to get my attention for a diagnosis, i failed miserable to even respond. i’ll try to do better next time.
2) i think you really should consider roomate #1’s offer. seriously.
3) I have to agree with Anna’s comment #1.
4) Your #4 reminded me of a recent case I saw on psych. it’s called pseudocyesis. it is the name given to the disease when you think you’re pregnant when you actually aren’t. Maybe you could use this to take some much needed time off.
5) looking forward to seeing you
I am thrilled to have it made into today’s blog and all of the comments thus far, despite the heavy implications that I am lonely, vain, and an obsessive attention-seeker. Not that I’m disagreeing, necessarily. Please don’t punch my face.
I am also sick of the anti-Obama propaganda that has been flooding my inbox. The worst part is that it is usually from my grandparents and parents! So when I do actually get a face-to-face I am accused of being a “flaming liberal” for simply stating that I think the scare tactics from a fanatical and disallusioned right-wing are ludicrous. I mean seriously, if McCain hadn’t pulled on Palin I was going to be his biggest fan! Now, just because I’m a critical reader and–heaven forbid–a young intellectual, I’m also someone who worships Obama. Geesh, I would actually like to punch the universe in the face right now too. Why can’t people just READ a little bit instead of sending out emotionally charged rhetoric. Sigh, and why can’t I stop preaching to the choir? Hmm…I prefer to call it venting.
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