oncologist

So, I saw an oncologist today. I didn't really feel the need, but my surgeon said I should... so I did. I arrived early as requested to do paperwork. My appointment was at 10:00. At 10:45, I'm still waiting. I finally went to the desk, in tears, and asked what was going on. I had conned my parents into watching my kids and knew that I had to get back to relieve them. I know the Dr. has much more sick people to attend to, but something about that place just really got to me. I saw 3 bald women. I didn't feel like I belonged and after sitting in that stupid conference room, I didn't feel like I mattered. I sat in the waiting room again and just cried. The energy in there is sad and draining.

Anyway, I finally met with her. The appointment lasted a whole 30 minutes, rather than the allotted hour and a half. She alluded to the fact that I didn't really need to be there (this is a good thing) and I told her I was just doing as instructed. The point is I'm cured and shouldn't have to go back, yippee!

It's been a really emotional week, in every facet of my life. Pre-menstrual plus pre-surgical is a dangerous combination. Don't fuck with me this week.

I swear I hit every red light on the way home. Every one. I also went to Toys R Us for some promised $3 Barbie. This apparently does not exist. Fine by me, I hate that place and am happy not to give them my money, all $3 of it.

On a good note, one thing on my drive home made me smile. A big ol dog with his head stuck out of the sun roof, love it. I came home to my ever giving parents, a grumpy son and my daughgter on her 3rd jelly sandwich. I also the yummiest lunch. I know I haven't had chicken in like 15 years, but I'm pretty sure this is what it tastes like.

Glad the sun is out, but still wishing my days away until Tuesday. I just can't do much until then.

crappy car stuff and people suck

So, I took my car into the shop yesterday for an oil change and a "by the way, there's a leak, can you check it?" Much to my dismay, they found 3 leaks totaling $992 to fix. I opted to fix one leak. I choose to ignore the rest. They gave me a rental for the night, which was great, but boy does my car seem like a pit compared this one. I was mortified when they got Casey's car seat out for me and the amount of "junk" that proceeded to fall from it as he lifted it out. Ew. This rental has a plug for my ipod and it's immaculate. I was secretly hoping the car place would accidentally drop my car from the lift and buy me a new one (ha!) No such luck, my car is ready and waiting.

As I was driving into work today, I looked back and noticed an empty sushi container on the floorboard of this rental. Not mine. Some asshole must have been walking by my house and decided to use the backseat of this car as a trashcan. I'm pissed. No harm done, but I feel disrespected. Damn teenagers. Or at least that's what I'm guessing. Who the fuck are these people?

Anyway, I am on a quest to clean my car really well as soon as it's not so flippin cold. Of course my first inkling was to just go buy a new one. Not smart Beth, not smart.

On a positive note, met my friend who is going through chemo for lunch while they tended to my car. She is doing really well and I had soy cheese pizza at Big Bill's. Not bad. The vegan journey is going well. I'm no longer eating any obvious animal products, just those packed into some foods at the bottom of the ingredient list.

Oh, and my right hand is cold non-stop while I'm working and goes numb from time to time on the mouse and I have to stop and shake it out. WTF? Hoping it's a winter thing and will go away with warmer weather. Maybe this is why my handwriting sucks!