I utterly and compeltely hate doctors. It's nothing to them if you're writhering, crying, trembling in pain for hours while you wait and wait and wait for them to return your call. I woke up this morning to the joys of a UTI - that horrid pain that gripes like a vice and will not in any inch give until you start to take the needed antibiotics to cure the infection. It's a random strike, it happens to the far majority of women throughout their lives and is as unpredicable as it is unavoidable. So, when I've tried the long hours of this day to reach my doctor to please have him call in the needed antibiotic, being faced with nothing but voicemails and answering services who would not call me back, I wept. And then called my mother. (Aren't mothers always there?) My Love was unreachable at the last day of his conference, my friends not answering their phones, and I was desperate. Amazingly, my father-inlaw got the doctor to call back in minutes and the prescription is finally in processing and should be ready the next hour to hour and a half. Gods, from 10am this morning, all this time in horrid, useless pain until he finally was able to accomplish this seemingly simple task.

So, that's me today. Sick, trembling, and in pain.

~ flowers bloom near Memory and Dream at 5/3/2002 05:05:46 PM ~ ~