My accomplishment today: teaching my therapist (who is 2 years younger than me, so I feel like she should be culturally savvy enough to know this) the term "dumpster fire." When I told her about the felt 2016 dumpster fire Christmas ornament you can make, she was gleeful. "I LOVE to craft with felt!" she said.

I told her it was a useful descriptive term for Trump, and she said "I don't think that goes far enough." She's good people. (Even if she makes me deal with hard stuff.)

She actually listened to me

If only this were the norm. I am so relieved to hear she is a good one.

They listened to me breathe, checked my ears, asked a bunch of questions, stole fluids from me, and sent me home with an appointment for 2 weeks. My favorite part was the discharge sheet says I should quit smoking, despite me telling them I haven't smoked since 1988. Not sure we have the greatest healthcare in the world. Meh.

If only this were the norm. I am so relieved to hear she is a good one.

It drives me nuts when I'm starting to describe my symptoms, and the doctor interrupts me before I'm finished, and diagnoses or prescribes something just based on whichever symptoms were the first few I mentioned. Especially since I tend to describe things chronologically, so it ends up like, "Well, on Sunday I had a fever and a sore throat, and then..." "OK, I'll order a strep test," and then clicks the buttons for that and walks out of the room, even though Sunday was four days earlier.

My favorite part was the discharge sheet says I should quit smoking, despite me telling them I haven't smoked since 1988.

Every single time I have a cholesterol test, I get a letter telling me to eat less dairy and red meat.

I'm so glad you got a doctor who listens to you, Hil.

The doctor also suggested two medications that she might try for me, depending on what my blood test and x-ray results look like and how I do with the hand therapy person she's sending me to, and she printed out the names of the medications and gave them to me so that I could research them. I don't think any doctor has ever done that before.

Hello anxiety attack.

I was running late today, couldn't find my keys, there was frost on the car I had to scrape off anduring then the low tire pressure light came on.

I was headed to work and my Inner Critic started in on me and it was doing OK countering it and then..I just couldn't and came home and now I'm having to counter it but at least I'm not at work or driving.

I'm going to call out and try not to feel like a failure.

If the weather recently turned cold, that could account for the low tire pressure. The cold makes the gas contract, lessening the pressure. There's probably not a leak or anything. Just stop by a Jiffy Lube or something and ask them to top off your tires. They probably won't even charge you.

There is a place mom goes to that is good and cheap. Although not always fast.

I had yhr same indicator a month or so ago and I went to a different place that said my tires were low and need rotating.

Rationally I know it's probably nothing major. But my Inner Critic is using this to rerun You Are an Irresponsible Failure Let me Berate You. With the special bonus of You're Going to Have an Anxiety Attack at work and Everyone will Laugh.

I called work and it turns out someone got their schedule wrong and showed up so the assistant manager thought we'd switched schedules.