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Ugh... I have no life
Dec. 22nd, 2005 04:02 pmImagine being woken up at 7:43 AM by your doctor's office, and the receptionist says, "I see you have your annual exam tomorrow at 9. Your doctor won't be hers, so we need to reschedule. How does January sound?" Needless to say, I was pissed. My doctor is already taking Dec. 23-Jan 16 off, did she really need today, too?
Such was the scene yesterday. So I had to haul my ass out of bed and get to campus for a 9:30 pelvic exam. Good morning, and Merry Christmas to me.
As if the medically endorsed annual ritual molestation isn't bad enough, my doctor is the pits. She's not a gentle woman, let me say. And having two Indian women (she has a medical assistant) look at me thoughtfully while I'm spread-eagle on a table wearing a pink smock is not my idea of a good time. At least this one doesn't go in through the back like my last one. /me shudders.
Needless to say, while healthwise, I feel perfectly fine, emotionally I feel just plan wrong right now. One usually likes to prepare oneself mentally for this sort of thing, you know? She did give me some Advair to try for my asthma, but I don't know what good it does, since it's an inhaled powder, and I seem to get most of it in my teeth.
I've been home all day today, sleeping and doing GIS Latin Homework. And speaking of GIS, that kid I was supposed to tutor? Haven't heard back from him. I'm guessing I turned him off either by telling him he was going to have to work his butt off over break to do the whole class-WHICH HE HASN'T EVEN STARTED YET- by his deadline in mid February, or by asking him to pay me. Oh well, not my problem. He's the one who paid $200 for a class, ignored it for seven months, and didn't care enough, even after flunking the class once, to hire and pay for a tutor. I think he had the idea that asking Prof. Lindgren to find him a tutor meant he was getting one for free or something. I DID tell him payment wasn't so much an issue, that I'd tutor him anyway. Oh well, whatever. His loss.
David got home around 2:30 and fell straight into bed. So I'm kind of alone right now. Hence the rambling in the LJ. Guess I've killed enough time and I'd better get ready to go to work at 5.
Such was the scene yesterday. So I had to haul my ass out of bed and get to campus for a 9:30 pelvic exam. Good morning, and Merry Christmas to me.
As if the medically endorsed annual ritual molestation isn't bad enough, my doctor is the pits. She's not a gentle woman, let me say. And having two Indian women (she has a medical assistant) look at me thoughtfully while I'm spread-eagle on a table wearing a pink smock is not my idea of a good time. At least this one doesn't go in through the back like my last one. /me shudders.
Needless to say, while healthwise, I feel perfectly fine, emotionally I feel just plan wrong right now. One usually likes to prepare oneself mentally for this sort of thing, you know? She did give me some Advair to try for my asthma, but I don't know what good it does, since it's an inhaled powder, and I seem to get most of it in my teeth.
I've been home all day today, sleeping and doing GIS Latin Homework. And speaking of GIS, that kid I was supposed to tutor? Haven't heard back from him. I'm guessing I turned him off either by telling him he was going to have to work his butt off over break to do the whole class-WHICH HE HASN'T EVEN STARTED YET- by his deadline in mid February, or by asking him to pay me. Oh well, not my problem. He's the one who paid $200 for a class, ignored it for seven months, and didn't care enough, even after flunking the class once, to hire and pay for a tutor. I think he had the idea that asking Prof. Lindgren to find him a tutor meant he was getting one for free or something. I DID tell him payment wasn't so much an issue, that I'd tutor him anyway. Oh well, whatever. His loss.
David got home around 2:30 and fell straight into bed. So I'm kind of alone right now. Hence the rambling in the LJ. Guess I've killed enough time and I'd better get ready to go to work at 5.
