I Feel Like I'm Dating My Doctors.

And like every single one of them is in that obnoxious frat-boy college boyfriend stage every girl had to date to get the learning experience that it's important to get beyond.

"We're just not working out... No, I'm sorry. I just can't see him tomorrow, I'm going another direction," is a conversation I had this morning with a rheumatologist's receptionist. See, this analogy is holding. I didn't even talk to him about it.

Needless to say, we just really didn't connect. He didn't really get what I needed out of the relationship. No hard feelings, or mostly no hard feelings (I mean, I figure I can have some hard feelings... unlike actual dating, I'm paying him to give me what I need out of the relationship).

Thank goodness my general practitioner is ladydoc. You can always fall back on your girlfriends, right? (Er, not really in the history of my life, but that's a story for another post!)

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

The reasons I fantasize about punching you while you're talking to me...

Image
So I've been extremely angry lately (GASP).  If you see this face, I am trying really hard to repress my desire to grab your shoulders and knee you in the gut... (I am, so far, successful everytime... but FAIR WARNING)   Why have I been extremely angry? Why should you be careful when approaching me? Well, not because I'm unstable. Especially considering the daily bull$&^# I experience, I'm extremely consistent.   One of the greatest manifestations of my consistency is how generally positive, even-tempered and happy I am, especially in public places. I'll speak about my experiences, even traumatic ones, openly. I also speak about them in upbeat, happy, optimistic tones. I make sure that everyone knows that I feel confident in overcoming them.   Do I do this because I'm truly constantly happy? No. Turns out I'm actually a human being, too. That's right, I'm not a robot.  So why would I do that? Anyone who knows me knows that I'm an e...
Read more

Compression

Image
  Today has been a day of compression. In a literal sense, I have new compression gear to compensate for myalgia (muscle pain) and support my weak spots and places where I have pain. In a figurative sense, I'm having one of those rare days where the reality of my disability is getting to me. The t-shirt is kind of ironic... I used to do backyard lifting between rugby seasons.   So I did something kind of stupid - a special kind of Shareeta stupid. I decided that I was going to put myself out there to do the most physically challenging service project available to me. I made a point to help my mom do all the shopping for her semester of culinary classes. We went to the restaurant supply and bought some 200 lbs of flour, 75 lbs of sugar, detergent for dishes and clothes, oil, syrup, molassses, canned products, frozen foods, 30 lbs of cheese, institutional sized cans of everything you can think of, cases of pasta, gloves, and well, you can probably imagine the rest. Let it ...
Read more

On Stubbornness and Survival

Image
I'm relationship centered creature, hopelessly bookish and feminist, so I was kind of bound to fall in love with Jane Austen's writing eventually. I think it would have been better if I had chosen Pride and Prejudice rather than Tom Sawyer in the Fifth grade, but nerdiness aside, “There is a stubbornness about me that never can bear to be frightened at the will of others. My courage always rises at every attempt to intimidate me.” ― Jane Austen , Pride and Prejudice That is how I see stubornness, and perhaps I'm biased because I'm rather bull-headed. Like many other traits I possess, I don't assume ill of them, regardless of their connotation. For me, Stubbornness is survival. Yo Jane, I like your words. Sorry it took me so long to figure it out. Stubbornness is resilience. Stubbornness, however inconvenient in day to day life, is the quality that allowed me to push past insurmountable circumstance and allows me to continue on when that ugly ...
Read more