Elf Mommy
Well-Known Member
My husband seems to thrive on going to the doctor. He is constantly in and out of the office. I don't begrudge him this. I am sure he feels every pain he takes there. I am sure he feels better once he gets this or that medicine, this or that advice, this or that test. The tests always seem to come back negative.
ANYWAY!!!
I have to renew my handicap tag. It expired at the end of July. I called Friday and waited and waited and waited. My doctor's office called back Monday and said he wants to see me before I can get it renewed.
ugh
It feels like being called to the Principal's office.
I soooooooooo don't want to be interrogated about why I still need this darn thing.
I mean, there are days, when I feel like I'm walking JUST fine. Then there are days when every single movement of my leg hurts like metal scraping against bone (of course, it's NOT, because the metal is attached by 12 screws!).
So, in 2 hours I have to go to the doctor's office. I'm sure I'll get dirty looks about my weight (6 months in a wheel chair and 10 months out, I've gained weight...another ugh). I'm sure he'll give me crap about not being up to snuff on walking yet....sigh....
In addition to all that...I'm crampy and yucky and nauseas and achy and.... blah.
My husband loves our doctor. I don't. I get a quiet dude who gives me looks and then asks me 15 questions about my husband.
I hate doctors.
Almost wants to make me say, "forget it! I'll just be in pain!"
I'm totally overreacting, but I'm in such a mood.
sorry for the rant!
sigh
ANYWAY!!!
I have to renew my handicap tag. It expired at the end of July. I called Friday and waited and waited and waited. My doctor's office called back Monday and said he wants to see me before I can get it renewed.
ugh
It feels like being called to the Principal's office.
I soooooooooo don't want to be interrogated about why I still need this darn thing.
I mean, there are days, when I feel like I'm walking JUST fine. Then there are days when every single movement of my leg hurts like metal scraping against bone (of course, it's NOT, because the metal is attached by 12 screws!).
So, in 2 hours I have to go to the doctor's office. I'm sure I'll get dirty looks about my weight (6 months in a wheel chair and 10 months out, I've gained weight...another ugh). I'm sure he'll give me crap about not being up to snuff on walking yet....sigh....
In addition to all that...I'm crampy and yucky and nauseas and achy and.... blah.
My husband loves our doctor. I don't. I get a quiet dude who gives me looks and then asks me 15 questions about my husband.
I hate doctors.
Almost wants to make me say, "forget it! I'll just be in pain!"
I'm totally overreacting, but I'm in such a mood.
sorry for the rant!
sigh