Text message: "BTW, we were invited to go to a toga party on Friday."

Monday* I had my follow-up appointment with my surgeon. (I waited for over an hour past my scheduled appointment time. I hate this. Why can’t they call me and tell me they are running behind? I’d do that for my clients.) He saw me for less than 5 minutes. He’s happy with my range of motion but still wants me to sleep in the
sling and I can’t start PT for another 4 weeks.

Not what I wanted to hear.

He also wouldn’t listen to me about how I can’t actually sleep in the sling. Seriously, even if I take a sleeping pill I wake up three times during the night, often for an hour or more. He was shocked to hear I don’t sleep on my back. Do many people? No, really, I want to know. I told him, no, I sleep on my stomach. He said, “Well, I don’t want you sleeping with your arm above your head.”

How is that comfortable, even assuming you have an arm that you can lift over your head, which I do not?

The visit was concluded with him asking me if I needed any pain meds. No, no I do not.

After that visit I went to see what I hoped would become my new primary care physician- the practice was recommended to me. I was told to get there a half hour early to fill out my forms. The forms were: 1. Insurance information 2. HIPPA form. Did not take 30 minutes.

I went back to see the doctor. His nurse asked about medications and allergies to medications but never asked about any medical problems. Then she tried to take my blood pressure from the just-had-surgery arm.
When the doctor came in, he also took no history. He looked at the list of medications I am on and noted that he didn’t know about one of them because he doesn’t prescribe it. He did not ask what I was taking it for. When I tried to talk to him about the sleeping (because apparently when sleeping on my back, well, I do this stop-breathing sleep apnea thing) and he decided that I’m waking up because I’m in pain. Even after I told him I’m not.

I do know the difference between pain and discomfort, for the record.

I left there with a prescription for pain pills anyway.

*Yes, I know. Been busy and brain-fried.

Thursday night I was headed over to PB’s with the last of his laundry (it hadn’t finished drying on Wednesday). He called about dinner, and I decided rather than pick something up on my way I’d just grab the Bertoli meal that was in the freezer- it was one of the bakes.

A grand idea, no? Except that when we went to make it, we realized that the dish was supposed to be covered with aluminum foil. Which he didn’t yet have.

(Have I told you that he moved last weekend? He moved last weekend. His roommate had the foil.)

Now, yes, you think, “Hey, it’s not unreasonable to assume that someone has foil.”

But.

I unpacked and organized his kitchen. Thus, I should have known.

So, off to the grocery store we went, looking for something for dinner. He decided that lasagna would be good as the first real meal he made at his house.

Actual conversation:
WG: How long is that going to take?
PB: Only about 45 minutes. Why, are you super hungry?
WG: No, just checking.

How the conversation should have started:
WG: How long is that going to take? Because it’s 7:45 now.

You see, after we got home, PB put the lasagna together. (Sidenote: we use the no-cook pasta. Why cook the pasta?) I opened the beer. (Hey, that is important!) After putting the pasta in the oven, PB comes out into the living room, sits down on the couch, turns to me and says, “Is it really quarter to nine?” I assured him that it was. He then realized that the lasagna wouldn’t be ready until at least 9:30. So, it was decided that I’d run to KFC and pick up dinner and we’d reheat the lasagna another day.

Note: KFC was out of biscuits. Not as bad as the time I went (different KFC) and they were out of chicken, but still.

Last night TRgirl had had a very bad day with the kids, so I brought dinner over and spent some time with Monkey. (I did hold Spiderman for a while too.) Over dinner we had the following conversation:

Monkey: I have a garden!
Watergirl: I know. I asked you to show it to me at your birthday party but you wouldn't.
Monkey: (questioning look) You comed?

This week has been very emotional for me, and I'm not quite sure what to do with that.

Don't get me wrong, there have been good emotions as well as bad. A rollercoaster, really.

The bad: There is an ongoing situation (OK, it shouldn't be ongoing; I should have moved past it) that I'm trying to be OK with, and usually I am. This week, I was not. At all. Things added to it, things that wouldn't normally bother me, but this week they really got under my skin.

I'm starting to think that I may need to go back to therapy to deal with this. I don't want to have to, I want to be able to deal with things on my own and not always run back to therapy, but maybe I also need to learn what things I can't deal with on my own.

The good: Friday I got flowers at work. Specifically, a miniature rose bush. It was from PB and was completely unexpected. In fact, I thought that workKaren was just showing me yet another damaged box from UPS. I didn't realize otherwise until she said, "It's got your name on it, dummy."

That night we had planned to grill out but we got a late start, so we ended up heading out to a new restaurant we've been wanting to try instead. Verdict: Good pizza, good wine list, beer selection is lacking. After dinner we took a walk to get some ice cream but on our way there walked past The Byrd, saw that Robin Hood was playing, and decided to see that instead. So, a completely spontaneous date night. Most excellent.

Also Friday, a friend of mine had a baby. She's been ready to have him for the past few weeks; he was not ready. He's finally here- I went to meet him today and he is beautiful. Beautiful.

Can I just say that when you meet your friends' babies it's completely different from meeting your nephews (and nieces, I suppose)? I was just hit by a completely different set of emotions. We'll see if that changes tomorrow; it's their first night home and I'm bringing them dinner.

Tonight, well, I'm hanging out with my boys. I'd rather not be alone*; I'm still feeling really emotional and kind of reeling. It will pass.

Plus, you know, True Blood tonight. Hot Vampires.

*Boys: We are he and we love you and we never see you and we like you here. Without that man.