Business Time

This is a link to youtube showing Flight on the Conchords, a band from I don't remember where. New Zealand perhaps? Anyway, it is really funny and worth checking out.



Mijo has checked it out already and for him, it is Business Time.

Couch

For the last few months Chris has been complaining about our couch. He seems to think it sags in the middle and swears it would be better if we had gotten a shorter couch. We even looked at couches at Costco today. Of course it isn't in the budget and won't be for a looong time. Chris hates the couch so much he said he would torch it and pee on it if given the opportunity. That is severe dislike for an object if you ask me...which you didn't...but it is my blog so I can write what I want.

Anyway, we overturned the cushions on the couch looking for something earlier today. It was then that we noticed a broken board. More accurately, make that a board snapped in two. Chris and I then started to recall a particularly delightful evening where we took the advice of Uncle Rob, the wonderful man who married us. As Chris and I were driving off to our hotel the night of our wedding, Uncle Rob told us that the best cure for a bad headache is... well... ...ya know... um... ...sex!!

No wonder the couch has been sinking for the last few months. Oops. But what a memorable night that was. Of course Chris and I kept asking each other why we didn't look at the couch the night we broke it. I reminded him we were a bit preoccupied.

My parents broke a bed. We broke our couch. We are official!

The results are in!

The doc called this morning and gave me the thumbs up. Praise God!!

Am I invisible?

Doctors have proven to be a challenge lately. I'm sure everyone has their story about a lousy doctor they have had. I seem to have several stories and the stories haven't stopped coming.

I had a less than fun procedure two weeks ago and the doctor and nurse were well aware that I was anxious about the results. After specifically asking, I was told the results would be back in a week. Since the procedure was done in the afternoon, I decided to wait a week and two days before calling about my results. The triage nurse was very nice and explained that the doctor was out in surgery that morning but would return to the office in the afternoon to see patients. She said my lab results were in but she couldn't tell me what they were because the doc hadn't reviewed them yet but that "she would be sure and attach a note stating I had called and was concerned about the results." Then I waited. I waited until 4:27 because the office closes at 4:30. I spoke with the same nurse who said the doctor had been very busy the entire afternoon and hadn't had time to review my results but that she would put another note on my chart stating I had called back. That was last Friday.

I didn't call on Monday because I wanted to give the doctor a fair shot. She didn't call.

I finally called Tuesday afternoon and spoke to the same nurse who informed me the doctor had been busy all Monday and was out of the office all day on Tuesday. She all but promised me I would get a call on Wednesday with my results because the doc would be in the office all day. She also said she would leave a third note stating I had called and would put my chart and results on the top of the doctor's desk.

I guess the results got lost. Or the doctor got busy. Or the doctor is too busy for me. Or the doctor doesn't seem to think this matters to me. Or the doctor thinks the results are so bad she doesn't want to call. Or I am actually invisible and don't really exist and this entire thing is a figment of my imagination. There are a variety of reasons no one called me today. The longer it takes to receive the call, the more my imagination has time to create a variety of horrible things.

I guess I will call again tomorrow. Hopefully the doctor didn't decide to take a vacation day tomorrow or call in sick due to a painful hangnail.

It has been a bad day. :(