THE DAY
It was one of those days where you have very little control over how your time is spent. I knew it was coming, but that doesn’t make it any easier to bear or me any less pissed.
I knew that I needed to establish myself with an MD here. Being an MD, this is hard enough because I frequently know just as much and sometimes more than the doc who’s supposedly telling me what I ought to do. (Sorry, but true. I didn’t get my degree out of a Crackerjack box.) What’s worse is going to a doc who I KNOW is doing way less than she could and should. Unfortunately, today, I got to see one of those kinds of docs. She came recommended by an internal medicine guy here, and all I can say is. . . this is the best you got?
Nice enough lady, and she might do well with a certain clientele, but I’m not it. When a doc tells me that she doesn’t prescribe a fairly innocuous drug because of the “risk” (for Christ’s sake, we’re talking an estrogen here, not oxycontin) and then refers me out for really routine office procedures…I am so fucking out of there. I’m also not inclined to cut much slack either, especially if a) I’m the first appointment of the day and b) you’re still an hour late. AN HOUR. I got to listen to daytime TV for a fucking HOUR.
So I was already pissed. I’d already lost hours to a moron. By the time I got out of there, it was time to hit the gym before the GREAT BLIZZARD (of an inch) hit. Okay, TWO inches. Max. And probably half of that is drifting/blowing snow.
Anyway, by the time I got back, I was so pissed and tired, I thought, screw it; I’ll punt for the day.
But then my superego started acting up: C’mon, you can do at least a thousand words. Just a thousand.
So that’s what I did (with the help of a Facebook friend). Then I kicked back, made dinner, and had my Friday Cocktail (Jasmine: gin, Campari, Solerno, lemon juice, with a twist).
Also gymed, got scripts, went to the store. It was busy and stupid, all at the same time.
Tomorrow: if we’re not iced in, then I’m getting my hair done. Which means concentrated work time in the morning. Then a dinner obligation I’d love to punt but can’t :<P It’s so interesting to me that other people assume that just because I moved here with the husband, somehow or other I have this built-in social group. (The doc I’m never returning to said as much.) Well, first off: I’m not that social. I actually don’t care that much. Sure, I can be gracious when I need to be; I can be social. But I like quiet and solitude. Most writers do. Ours is a solitary profession; we don’t CARE that much because we’d really rather hang with the crowd in our head. But whatever.
Oh, did a very fun thing yesterday: after my marathon writing session, spent time shopping for shoes online with a friend. It was fun. I’d do that again. Also got some wonderful shoes on sale. Even better.
WRITING OUT LOUD
Far Side of the Moon
Day 1: 4326 Day 11: 2500 Day 21: 1800 Day 31: 745
Day 2: 2085 Day 12: 500 Day 22: 0 Day 32: 0
Day 3: 3011 Day 13: 1000 Day 23: 2700 Day 33: 4000
Day 4: 2652. Day 14: 3700 Day 24: 3500 Day 34: 2800
Day 5: 3210 Day 15: 5630 Day 25: 1500 Day 35: 4500
Day 6: 3450 Day 16: 1060 Day 26: 0 Day 36: 4800
Day 7: 0 Day 17: 130 Day 27: 0 Day 37: 0
Day 8: 2756 Day 18: 0 Day 28: 380 Day 38: 450
Day 9: 4580 Day 19: 3000 Day 29: 390 Day 39: 1000
Day 10: 2670 Day 20: 2600 Day 30: 380 Day 40: 2500
Day 41: 2600 Day 51: 1000
*Day 42: 830
Day 43: 3600
Day 44: 5000
Day 45: 2600
Day 46: 3000
Day 47: 2800
Day 48: 2500
Day 49: 1000
Day 50: 4600
Blog Post: 640
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What I’m Watching:
Fortitude: this series is really growing on me. I like decent mysteries and Stanley Tucci is always a joy to watch.
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What I’m Reading:
Pet Sematary: still.
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What I’m Listening to:
Nada.
