Listening to Lady Gaga on the office radio.
I don’t even know the name of this song.
Love, love, love I want your love.
Oh. She just said it.
I’m surrounded by senior citizens in a doctors office listening to Lady Gaga belt out Bad Romance.
Does this strike anyone else as odd?
Okay! How about this.
I cannot be trusted with scissors.
I had this seriously long errant thread on my dress that just had to go.
It drove me nuts the entire time I was Skyping with Mike. (Who made it safe for anyone wondering. After 48 hours of flying. More later.)
So after arriving at the doctor’s office for my first appointment with my new therapist, I asked at the check in desk if I could possibly use a pair of scissors really quick to cut it.
No worries, people. They had scissors.
However, she had to cut it.
You do that.
Thankfully there was a lining to my dress and I could hike the lace overlay skirt over the counter for her to cut it. She didn’t even lean over or anything. Took her about seven tries to actually cut the string.
Yes, I am going to take those dull ass scissors and go ballistic up in this joint. The Lady Gaga was just too much and sent me right over that perilous edge.
Gah. There is a Disney resort mug I want to take a picture of but someone just sat in front of it.
Sass. I can never escape the place, can I?
I just listened to a mom explain to her child, that pollen is the stuff that makes people sneeze. As if it was just dust or something. On the same ranking as something that is made up dead hair and skin follicles
Her allergies must suck.
Onto more positive things, I guess.
Mike (gah, is it hard to not say Chairforce. It is even in my autocorrect dictionary!) landed safely like I said earlier. Took over forty eight hours of flying and that does not include layovers. I feel so bad for him.
Qatar is seven hours ahead and he Skyped me about twenty minutes before I was supposed to leave for my doctor’s appointment. But we did get to talk for about fifteen minutes before I left.
He has to walk a mile to do laundry.
Half a mile to use the bathroom.
And half a mile in a different direction to shower.
I feel bad for him but I know he is excited to get away and just kind of relax without school or Disney.
I’m home now. My head is screaming. I spent fifteen minutes just looking for Excederin.
Joan is the name of the therapist. She is tiny and up there in age. And I was correct. There was a reason they are referred by first name only. They are Licensed Social Workers, not a psychologist with a doctorate. Which in my ignorance didn’t realize were the therapists most people interact with. Did seem off. I asked about a psychologist, “we have those! Er. Not really.” Maybe she will be able to help?
Oh, my head hurts. Jeeze.
Anyways. I’m home. I have homework. I won’t be seeing Joan for another three weeks. The first available appointment. Like it is intense. Some of these social workers are booked past the first of the year!
Well, I have to go make dinner now. I hope everyone is well and doing great.
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