Tuesday, May 17, 2016
(Okay, I said I’d be back on Monday, but by the time I got my brain in gear we got a surprise visit from the new baby and her daddy so everything else flew out. I am not sorry. Haha.) But now I’m back. . .
Today I am grateful for a new career. Have I sold a book I have yet to written? Did a Broadway producer finally discover me? Will I be the next non-celebrity on Dancing With the Stars? Did the bachelorette call and ask me to help with all of those ridiculously built young men? Ha! Maybe to do their laundry. . .but no, none of these.
My new career is going to doctor’s appointments. I remember back in the day when I had one doctor who took care of everything. Those days are long gone. Now there are internists. . .but they won’t do the outside, where your skin is. And there is a surgeon who knows nothing about any other part of you than the one that is getting cut out. And groinecologists (I know it’s spelled wrong) who only delve into your hoo-hah. And foot doctors who don’t polish your toenails. And eye doctors who want to know all of your medications but they don’t have a clue what they are unless they fall out of your eyeballs. And pulmonary specialists who only handle your breathing and don’t give two craps if your feet, skin, guts, eyes, hair and attitude are bad.
I used to plan vacation weeks. Not anymore. This week is doctor appointment week. I have two today, one tomorrow and another on Thursday. . .and not one of the bastards is going to get rid of my hips! Spoil sports! See! It’s a whole new career.