how about a murderous rampage management clinic?

so my doc called. my b12 levels are normal, so i don't need to go in today. i asked her a few questions... she's referring me to the pain management clinic at georgetown because she doesn't know what to do for me.

i called the clinic. after waiting on hold for nearly five minutes, i was told that i cannot make an appointment until my doctor faxes my medical records. WTF??? so i called my doctor's office. got the answering service.... staff meeting, they're not answering the phones until 2pm.

as i'm sitting there, i realize that chances are pretty likely that i won't be able to get into the pain management clinic for at least a month.

one more month of ice-pick-like pain in my feet. one more month of being reduced to tears every time i try to walk to the busstop (30 feet) so that i can take it to the grocery store (less than 1/2 mile) because my feet hurt too much to walk.
one more month of being stuck in my apartment even more than usual because leaving requires more of a pain tolerance than i have.
one more month of couch patrol because standing up to cook distracts me too much and i tend to drop things or burn things.

i'm sick of this.

it's nearly two pm. i hope my doctor's office can fax those records TODAY. and i hope the pain management clinic can fit me in before that month is up.

boy said that i'll probably need anger management by then.

i'm thinking more along the terms of homicide.

it's that time of the cycle again...

Menstrual Baking Hut Week is upon me again.

i slapped my sneakers on (they make standing easier, even though i normally shun shoes in the house) and set to work. i even had to run to the store, as i was out of oil, milk, cream cheese, confectioner's sugar, etc.

i now have a zucchini cake in the oven.

i'm contemplating brownies.

an apple babka will be joining those tomorrow or thursday.

and maybe another set of apple dumplings, too.

if i don't eat the two zucchini i have sitting in the fridge, i'll make zucchini bread.