<Adrian Mole reference> No giro! </Adrian Mole reference>

This morning I went to have blood taken for the cholesterol followup. FINALLY. FINALLY FINALLY. More evidence that my doctor sucks, though – when I went at 8:40 to wait in the waiting room until 9:00, the door to the office was locked. I went back to my car for 10 minutes and then tried again; still locked. This time I knocked. A nurse (I think, maybe a medical assistant) opened the door with a “The fuck do you want?” look on her face. I said “The door was locked.” She said “Yeah?” I said “I have an appointment at 9:00.” She said “You getting bloodwork?” I said yes and she let me in. She was really unfriendly! I don’t understand this. Anyway, it only took one stick for my blood to start leaking into the tube, thank fucking Jesus, and I was out of there in five minutes. Although they had me wait until 9:00 exactly before letting me go back to get the stick. Whatever.

I went to work and I had a bagel with DELICIOUS CREAM CHEESE, oh my god it was the BEST cream cheese I’ve ever had in my life, mowm num, and now I’m sitting here wondering if I should eat the last croissant as well. Yeah, I think I’ll go get it.

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It’s not as good as the cream cheese, but it’s still pretty delicious. I can eat it without a napkin and a plate and a mirror, though, so it’s an American croissant and not the real, flaky, impossible-to-eat-daintily thing. Yuuuuum.

So last night I did most of this week’s homework for CrimLaw, and I was looking forward to doing the rest of it and all of this week’s homework for CrimEv over the weekend. I was feeling pretty confident about my chances of getting everything done. Then BF came home and told me (he says he reminded me, but I don’t remember ever hearing this before, so I must be getting senile) that MM is having a birthday dinner for herself with all of us on Sunday, in addition to MB’s graduation party on Saturday. Which means I will have approximately…hmm…NO TIME to do homework this weekend. BF started saying how he could just go on Sunday and I could stay home, and I said that was frigging ridiculous, it’s MM’s birthday, she would be pretty goddamned disappointed if I wasn’t there. So fuck me. And because next weekend is Anodea Judith (ee! next weekend!), I have to spend all my nights this week working on next week’s homework anyway. So gaah! I think I’ll just have to…uh…work faster.

There’s something else that makes me sort of annoyed with MM right now. MP have a friend in Chautauqua who’s a pharmacist (surely a world-renowned pharmacist, if the pattern of their acquaintances holds), and MM decided she would ask him for his input on my cholesterol situation. She asked me to scan in my info and send it, which I did, along with a little summary of how I ate before and after and what meds I was taking etc. I thought she wanted to share some outrage with him that a statin was a first-line remedy for such as me, but it turns out she wanted him to give me medical advice. So now he’s advising me all these supplements to take, and I don’t know how to say, politely, “I don’t want your medical advice, thank you.” The be-grateful guilt is trying to kick in, but I’m holding it down, saying no way, because I didn’t ask for this, I don’t really care what a pharmacist has to say from several hundred miles away, and I can’t afford expensive supplements for a problem which I’ve likely solved with diet and exercise. Plus, frankly, I’ve put in enough fucking effort on this, I don’t want to put in any more. I’m irritated that this was MM’s purpose all along, because if she had told me he was going to give me actual medical commands – rather than just saying “oh, well, x supplement might be a good idea, but no big deal”, saying “you should take spirulina” – I would have said thanks but no thanks.

Last night I did aerobics and a bit of yoga. I came millimeters closer to balancing on my head. One day I’ll get beyond my fear of falling and I will be AWESOME. BF is so very encouraging about this, by the way, always saying “you will, I know you will,” whenever I moan that I’ll never be able to do a headstand.

Many calls to make today, but it’s Friday…I hope no new work will pile up. (It usually doesn’t on Friday.) I would say I can’t wait for the weekend, but the work of being with MP looms.