Christmas season?

First off let me begin by saying that I LOVE Christmas season. I love decorating my tree, which is taking me about 4 days now to complete, and looking at christmas lights. I love lounging in my pajamas drinking hot cocoa with a blanket and watching movies.

Now is the time of year that I really wish I wasn't alone, but this year I am determined to make the most of it. I'm determined to be happy with just myself, which isn't hard because I'm fabulous. ;)

The Saturday after Christmas I put up my tree and put on the lights. Sunday I started putting on the balls. I still am (on Wednesday) because I keep finding places to add and change. I'm really anal about my christmas tree. My cat loves the tree. She lays on the couch and looks at it, but I'm convinced that she'll tangle herself in the lights one of these days and knock it all over. I'll be incredibly pist. Really pist.

I've also started to branch out my friends. I decided to start working out with my ex-roomate and new neighbor around the corner. She has those Carmen Electra how to strip aerobic work out dvds. Don't laugh. It's going to be hilarious, but at least we'll be active. And maybe I'll pick up some new moves.

So this past weekend I went to the Planned Parenthood to get some new birthcontrol. I am over the whole pill thing. For as desolate as my sex life currently is, I don't find it necessary to take a pill every day and wish for some action. So the nurse writes me a prescription for a diaphragm. I'm excited. You can put that sucker in for a whole 24 hours and have a sex marathon!! You can put it in before a date and hope you'll get lucky and be prepared. No more forgetting to take a pill. I'm stoked. So I go to the pharmacy. I stand in line for the chick. The guy about my age starts waving me over to his counter. I acted like I didn't see him. I didn't want to see him. He finally yelled at me and I went over. He takes my script and starts writing down my DOB and my address and such and he says
we'll have it ready in..... hmmmm... actually, we don't keep this in stock. I'll have to order it.
Me: that's fine. (inside I'm screaming dammit!!!)
Him: Well, that is, were you planning on using it... tonight? I mean , do you need it?
Me: (shocked look on my face) I think I'll manage till Monday. How will I know if you get it in?
Him: How about I give you a call. What's your number?
Suddenly I felt like I was in a bar being picked up by a sleazer.
I couldn't leave fast enough. I laughed all the way home. He probably thinks I'm a hussy. Oh well. I should have asked him if he volunteered to help me deflower the diaphragm (thanks for that lingo Kev).

Wish me luck on all that.

JM

The sad man at work

Today was a busy morning. I felt productive and good. Excited about seeing the new guy this weekend. My parents were out of town which meant NO interruptions.

Then I get a fax from the MRI place. We had already received a report on this patient earlier this week that said that everything was fine. No bulging discs. Fine. So we get this addendum. It states that there were discrepencies in his marrow and the reasonable explaination would be that he has lymphoma or leukemia. So now, we have to call this man that we already said was fine and tell him that he needs to see an oncologist. I work for a chiropractor. I don't get this kind of stuff.

So I'm calling oncologists and cancer centers and they are telling me it will take close to 2 weeks to get him in. I'm emotional. I'm upset because these dipshits have NO heart and I want my patient taken care of. I want someone who is sympathetic and kind and not a friggin PMS bitch. WTF??

I'll be the first one to say that I get overly attached to my pateints. That's why I'm good at what I do. I care.

This man is not married. Kinda lonely. He flirts with me everytime he comes in the office but since he doesn't really act on it, I play along. It's friendly banter. He doesn't seem to have much family. Who is going to care about his man having cancer? He comes in about 5 minutes late today and said he was sorry. He didn't know where the time went. I've got tears in my eyes. What do you say to this man? What can you possibly say to make it better? When he leaves, he always makes a joke about me swiping his credit card and how I'm the only woman he lets use his plastic and stuff. Not a word today. It's a sad day.

Weekend of craziness

This past weekend was abnormally long. It started with a almost date with a needy guy Friday night. It was the second time I'd seen him and his neediness was wearing me terribly thin. Every woman wants to be needed, but he was taking it too far. So while in the car on the way to the bar, he keeps going on about how late I was and where was I before this and why didn't I answer my phone and then he kept asking me in an extremely whiny voice for my hand. Excuse me? So we get to the bar and I told him to go in and get us seats and I was going to run to the gas station because my car was running on fumes. While there I just couldn't make myself go back. Next thing I know I'm driving home. I couldn't believe it. I actually left him. So after about 22 whiny messages I knew I made the right choice, but I definitely could have been a little nicer about it.

Saturday was my cousin's wedding. She was a beautiful bride. The ceremony was nice and short. The singing was beautiful. The maid of honor's little boy, I think he was 3 or 4, told me that he thought my shoes were sexy and then he got embarassed and ran away. My asshole ex was there but I didn't even pay him any attention, which I know bothered him. We get to the reception and everything is so violently decorated in pink. pink. pink. hot pink. All the lights were off except for the hot pink christmas lights hanging from the ceiling which basted everyone in a pinkish glow. Actually it was quite pretty. After the bride and groom get there and they ate, they started playing club music. My grandmother was holding her ears. Everyone hadn't even eaten yet. There's nothing like trying to eat with all the bridesmaids grinding on eachother to some explicitly languaged song. I'm not a prude, but I prefer not to see that while eating. yuck. But all in all it was a success. I didn't even get one "you're next....!" from the family which made my night more enjoyable.

I left the reception for a first date. Things went better than I expected, or could have even hoped and we even saw eachother Sunday night, but I won't be writing about it till later for fear of looking like an idiot.

Have a good week.