Next Wednesday.

He just called. Allegedly he's on his way.

I think my husband knows me too well.

I've had a rough week with the writing, and I was angling for sympathy hairpats and maybe a good round of "I believe in yous" in a chat with him.

No hairpats were forthcoming. He said, "You can admit defeat. You can say, 'You know, I'm just not good enough, and I'd rather not fight that.'"

My reply: You know, I really don't think I can.

Him: Well, then. Why you acting it?

So now I'm all fightin' mad because nobody, not even my own doubt demons, is going to fucking tell me I can't write this damn story, damn it. It's too good of an idea to drop unfinished, no matter how hard it is to pull off, and I'm too passionate about my characters to abandon them. Also, I am TOUGH and I am BRILLIANT and I can DO this.

Which is exactly the reaction DH had in mind. Played me like a violin.

Sometimes I still want the hairpats, though.

plumber was a hoot. He fixed the clog no problem but since D had already taken apart the old pipes under the sink he said he didn't think he could fix the wee drip that resulted without getting new pipes. I said, "do you think that's something my roommates could do?" His reply, "Well are they retarded?"

Those damned steroid packs give me the munchies like I'm a big old pothead. But if they help, then bring it on.

Oh, HELL yeah. Stock up on the snackies. You’ll be happier. Trust me, says the girl who just finished a taper and went through (more than) several bags of chips and candy.

Yeah, I think Merrills are the more recent version.

I adore my Merrills. I had no idea they were the “new” thing.

So, my presentation went really quite fabulously. Although, I blame a certain Bitch for putting a nice little phrase in my mind that accidentally popped out during my presentation to 10 professors, my parents, my thesis buddy, her SO, and one of her friends. Yes, my friends, I actually said, “research orgasm.”

I think my mom died.

Yes, my friends, I actually said, “research orgasm.”

that is so very awesome

::kicks Birks under the bed::

Hey, they were a Christmas present!

There is nothing more frustrating than a doctor who won't listen/help when you're legitimately goddamn sick, you know?

My doctor is very good at listening. Unfortunately, she's also very hard to get in to see because she's the dean of something or other at the medical school at UW. So getting an appointment with her is like requesting an audience with the Pope. Generally, the PAs at her clinic are also very caring and knowledgable, but just not that time. I should have gone back when the problem persisted.

that is so very awesome

I'm not sure about that, but it sure was something! My thesis buddy cracked. She was laughing so hard that she was snorting. She has me pegged as this nice, conservative girl. For instance, when I told her I would have to change my wardrobe choice for the party on Friday because a family I work for was coming, and it would offend them, she was like, "You own something that could be considered offensive? I don't believe it." So, I think she was a little surprised to hear that come out of my mouth.

hee! I'm glad your presentation went well otherwise.

There is nothing more frustrating than a doctor who won't listen/help when you're legitimately goddamn sick, you know?

I am in the weirdest situation right now with regard to that. Only with my dentist.

Too much explanation [aka, the boring part, spoiler fonted for your tl:dr convenience]: I've been having a lot of dental work done. I had one tooth that was going to have a crown, which had been cast and made, but it was sensitive so he wanted me to have it evaluated for a root canal. Let's call this RC tooth. On another tooth (F tooth), he replaced an old filling that went really deep. So. Pain surrounding F tooth got worse and worse - much more painful than RC, which was on the other side. So much so that when I went to get the RC one evaluated, I asked her to look at the other one too and see what she thought was going on. Dentist had told me to wait and see if it went away, but by this point F tooth was really bad. Other doctor agrees that RC tooth needs RC, and probably F tooth also.

So, I called him and explained that I had an appointment for RC tooth, but F tooth was much, much worse, pain-wise. So should I cancel and come see him again first? He asked was it an emergency, I said no, but it was waking me up in the middle of the night it hurt so badly. (Shut up.) He says go in for RC tooth, and have her look at the other in case. Okay. Then I asked him if, in the interim (4-5 days pre appointment) could he prescribe me some antibiotics, because the pain I was feeling was just like it was a few years ago when another tooth was infected, and that was causing most of the pain. He was a little iffy, but said okay and called it it.

Okay, so fast forward. I go in on Monday, tell her that F tooth is way worse, so she ends up doing a root canal on that one instead. It's two appointments worth of bad, so I finish on Saturday.

(Finally getting to the interesting part)

So Monday, I get a VM from original dentist. He got a call that I had the RC on F tooth. And he's calling to give me "heartfelt apologies" for what he said, and he's really, really sincerely sorry, and he just thought it was weird that I was calling and asking for prescription drugs, and again, he apologizes. It went on for like three minutes. And then a second VM a minute later, that there's this (un-paid-for) crown waiting for me, and he'd be happy to do it, but that if I feel like I want to go to another dentist for that then he totally understands and once again, he's really sorry for what he said.

Okay, what the fuck? Honestly, I was in a hurry (to, um, get to a bar) when I called him, so I really wasn't listening that carefully. And I did pick up that he was reluctant. But - what the fuck did he say? And honestly, I can't imagine he said that much. But what he was thinking is pretty fucking clear. And pissing me off. (And hello - I asked for a week's worth of amoxycillin, not a month of fucking Oxycontin or Xanax or something.) And now I don't know what to do, but I do know that I'm strongly tempted never to go back just to avoid having this conversation in person.