On this rainy, dreary morning, I thought that the one bright spot was that I would not have to wait outside a locked gym, thanks to my endocrinologist appointment. (This is me putting a positive spin on the extremely distressing fact that I couldn’t work out this morning!) Said appointment was at 8.30. I arrived a bit early… to find the lights off and the door locked. Um. After a couple of minutes, as I tend to do, I started to catastrophize the situation: What if the appointment time was switched, or I got it wrong, and I have to re-schedule and I won’t be able to see him for weeks?! Etc., etc. And then I started to wonder if he had died (hey, he’s an old guy!) — but you’d think his patients would be notified of something like that, right?!
It made me feel a little better when someone else showed up to wait with me, even though she was extremely early for her 9.30 appointment; at least I knew that the office was supposed to be open today! So much for my thinking I wouldn’t have to wait for a door to open this morning, huh? He did show up a few minutes later, very much alive.
I made sure to state very clearly that I did not want to know my weight. He thought I was joking, but when I informed him that I was not, he made me get on the scale backwards. Extreme much? Anyway, I passed my physical. Hooray. Still undetermined is why I am a walking zombie, but hopefully the lab results will explain that.
Oh, the lab. Somehow, hearing Lab Tech A telling Lab Tech B that she wants to check her own blood pressure because she doesn’t feel that great, while shoving a needle into your vein, was just never very high on my list of things I wanted to do, you know??
Sort of related to that, I have been tasked with creating a bucket list. Things like practicality and cost are not supposed to factor into this, so it could potentially get very, very long… Do you have a “bucket list”?
In fact, the anticipated length of that list means it will get its own post. Well, that and the fact that I haven’t moved it out of my head yet. I guess it likes company, but it’s getting really crowded up there, and they aren’t all invited guests. Not by a long shot.
Exciting discovery of the day:
I’d been keeping an eye out for this!
Random thoughts / musings / questions:
- Why is it that if 75% of the time when I want to go to the restroom at work, maintenance is in there, when I finally do get to go in, it is a total wreck? People who line the toilet seat with sixteen dozen layers of toilet paper: you didn’t want to sit on a toilet seat that touched someone else’s butt, so what makes you think that I want to make contact with your self-crafted toilet seat cover?!
- If you had a choice between a job you didn’t really like, but that is extremely well-paying, and a job that you freaking love so much that you can’t wait to get to work every day, but that doesn’t pay all that well… which would you choose? (I’d definitely choose a job that I love. I hate to sound cliché, but “money can’t buy happiness.”)
- Do you think that people automatically feel drawn towards those who can claim to be a “people person”?
- Encountering close-mindedness, bigotry, self-righteousness and the like makes. my. blood. boil.
That’s all for now, because I am realizing that my last post was really up there on the incoherence scale, which is what happens when I am tired. Which, right now, is pretty much all the time. (For the record, I didn’t last past the fourth inning.)
“A man must consider what a rich realm he abdicates when he becomes a conformist.”
~Ralph Waldo Emerson