Our primary care doctor retired a couple of months ago and I hadn't had an opportunity to locate a new one. Since we didn't need one...I didn't focus on it. Well...it's annual everything time so I needed to find a new one so we could have our physicals. (We get them done around our birthday every year.)
I found one who seems good and scheduled our physicals.
Then I remembered that our insurance has changed and it turns out only ONE of our normal doctors accepts our new insurance. I was shocked because damn...it's Blue Cross PPO something or other.
And I was annoyed.
DAMN DOCTORS!
But I kept on and identified new doctors.
But I forgot about our eye doctor and yesterday I went to my appointment scheduled a year ago and there was a new chick in the office. She told me, "We don't take that." and walked off.
It's Midol Week.
Needless to say...that didn't end pleasantly for her and I was in a foul mood for the rest of the day. Robby says my truck pulled in front of the house on two wheels when I returned home so he knew to stay in the office for a minute before coming to find out what was wrong.
Smart.azz.
My 6 month teeth cleaning was early morning and I woke with a crook in my neck. GREAT. When I got there...the dental hygenist talked incessantly.
I left there in a foul mood and went to the Amish market. Apparently...they are used to seeing me smile so it was quite sight to see me in a foul azz mood. I finished with my purchases and one of my favorite people there handed me a brown paper bag with home grown tomatoes from her garden. She then told me Happy belated birthday.
My mind got back right.
Fresh tomatoes.
A country girl's kryptonite.
