Let’s jump right in!
* We’re in the home stretch of my husband’s last ever rotation as a medical intern! Can I get a “what what”?! The first two weeks of this rotation were amazing. He was home at about 2:00 or 3:00 every afternoon. The days he was on call, he was at the hospital until 7:30 or so. We got to spend TONS of time together. Delightful! But (you knew this was coming, right?) his last week is not going so well. He’s been at the hospital until 5:30 or 6:00 – which is not particularly late, but makes him frustrated because he got so used to those cushy 2:00 days. And his call nights are much more intense. The other day, I went to pick him up at 10:30… And I ended up staying in the waiting room until MIDNIGHT.
* Why did I have to pick him up? Well, my car battery is dead. This is the third battery that’s died in my little CRV since I bought it in 2003. What the eff is up, dudes? Since I had a doctor’s appointment the day my husband was on call, I drove him to work. Then I had to go pick him up. He was so busy, he couldn’t call and tell me not to arrive at our pre-designated time. Did I forget to bring a book? Yes, I did. So I ended up erasing all the text messages I’ve ever received or sent from my phone, labeling all the photos I’ve ever taken with my phone, and reading some delightful pamphlets about the warning signs of suicide. SUPER.
* Once we got home, we had to push my poor dead car into our garage because our complex is sealing the parking lot this week. It was a harrowing experience. Because when your battery is dead? Your power steering doesn’t work and your brakes are not as responsive as normal. Thank you to my sweet husband for pushing me!
* It really was a day of waiting. My doctor’s appointment took TWO HOURS. Listen, I am very patient when it comes to waiting at the doctor’s office. I know exactly how busy the docs are. I know that patients come in with multiple, complicated complaints when they’ve got only a slot for a checkup. I know that emergencies happen. I know that patients arrive late. I KNOW all this. But two hours? For a five minute appointment? Not fun. Did I forget to bring a book to my appointment? Yes, I did. But I did get to watch the woman ahead of me (and after eight other people) freak out about the endless waiting. I thought her head was about to explode.
* Then, after my five minute appointment, I went to check out. The receptionist spent – I kid you not – THIRTY MINUTES trying to figure out why I wasn’t listed as having insurance. It was a little anxiety-producing, y’all. She tried my name, my husband’s name, my social security number, my husband’s social security number… She called the insurance company directly. Nada. Turns out she was NOT looking for our actual insurance… she was seeking out some kind of prescription coverage that we don’t even have. And if she had looked at my chart from the previous visit, she would have seen we didn’t have it.
Of course, instead of being irritated at her or just saying nothing, I started apologizing profusely for wasting her time. Which makes me annoyed with myself. I obviously didn’t have to be mean – she was trying to save me money, after all – but I didn’t have to turn into some groveling repentant either. I’m freaking 29 years old. When am I going to feel okay standing up for myself?
* It has been a very social week for me, y’all! Husband dragged me to a resident picnic last Friday where I had lots of wine and much fun. Except for the part where a bunch of residents decided it was a good idea to have a water balloon fight… and to take cover in the picnic area. This did not save anyone from getting wet. But it did shower a lot of bystanders. Then I had a wedding shower on Sunday, a triple date (with my husband and two adorable couples) Sunday night, a girls’ night on Tuesday, and tonight is another girls’ night with one of the other interns’ wives.
Having friends is exhausting!
* I bought a pair of longish shorts (to the knees) from J. Crew.com. They are sitting in my bedroom because I have always been strictly Anti-Shorts, and I don’t know if I’m ready to try them on. And yes, I admit, I am nervous about what my husband will say when I don these long shorts. He’s pretty Anti-Shorts as well, and I think he will haaaaaate these. Why did I buy them again?
* I also realized that I hate all my shirts. Going out 85 times in one week has sort of depleted my store of two acceptable going out shirts. My habit of ordering things online (for sale – whoo! – and only if I get free shipping) is not working… I end up returning 85 percent of what I buy. (By the way, the people at Ann Taylor Loft do NOT like it when you return things. I get a lot of annoyed looks and snarky comments about “that’s what happens when you buy stuff online.” Yes, I KNOW. But I still prefer it to coming into your store. Plus, the whole reason I bought anything online in the first place is the 40% coupon you emailed me… to use ONLINE.)
* Has anyone else been watching the Real Housewives of New York City reunion special? It is total crazy town! And by “it” I mean Kelley. Also – I am now in love with the new show Bethenny Getting Married. Bethenny is so straightforward and her wit is so ascerbic… I love it! And – as long as we’re talking TV – I’m glad that Kathy Griffin’s Life on the D List is back on. Yay for Bravo! Without it, I might actually leave the house once in a while.
* Between all the socializing and my husband’s late nights, we have not only not seen each other for more than about 10 minutes a night, we have also not been to the grocery store in ages. Yesterday I had an apple and some old salami for lunch, and some mushrooms on top of old pasta for dinner. Yep, I’m a real galloping gourmet over here.
If I don’t want to starve today, I’m going to have to get creative with the very last vestiges of edible material in our apartment: Another apple, some Cheetos, a couple of corn tortillas, some limp celery, four bottles of super cheap wine (two were $3.99 at the grocery store, y’all. How could I NOT buy them?) and a couple of very old limes.
You know if this were a Top Chef challenge, I’d have twelve different delicious little meals out of those ingredients. Unfortunately, my only brainstorm is to eat them all, one at a time, and hope my stomach doesn’t implode.
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Well Internet, I hope you have a wonderful weekend! Any special Father’s Day plans on the agenda?