Well Michael left work at 2 pm so he could come home and pick me up and turn around and drive to within 1/4 mile of where he left for my doctors appointment. He took half a day off because I am such a crybaby weeny that I was scared to go to the doctor by myself. Besides that when I am stressed out I tend to not retain any information. After other appointments he would ask what was said about x and I wouldn't be able to remember. I am bad like that.

We get there, sign in (we are the only folks in the waiting room) and are told that the doctor had to skip out of the appointment due to an emergency.

They said Sharon tried to call me to tell me. I took a deep breath before I exploded on them, tried to compose myself, but it was no use. I went off on the person who told me, was told to call Sharon in the other office to set up a new appointment.

I called Sharon and went off on her as well. She tried to make the excuse that she called and the fax machine went off, I explained we did not have a fax on the line, verified the number and she had it wrong, off by one number.

Fuckers.

Early this morning I got a call from my new supervisor (my old supv left the company while I was on disability) telling me she got correspondence from metlife saying I would be back at work on the 19th. Um, I really don't think I am ready. So I called metlife to confirm and was told that basically they extended it to then pending the outcome of todays doctors appointment.

The earliest appointment I could make at this location (at the hospital, not far from home) was for Monday. Of course I could go to the other office tomorrow which is way the fuck downtown. I don't know my way around downtown, it is crazy down there, not to mention that I have only driven the car about 4 times since the surgery, usually to the pharmacy (.5 miles) or the walmart (maybe 2 miles) and that is only because there is something I need. I am too scared to drive downtown at this point, last Monday, I was backing out of our carport and I hit the passenger side mirror on the fucking post IN MICHAEL'S CAR! Needless to say I wanted to go back into the house and pack a bag, gather the cats and never come home, but I went out to inspect it and was able to buff most of it out. I thought he would be especially pissed because he did the same thing (to a bigger extent) last year and had paid $350 to replace it. Luckily he wasn't upset with me. Can you see why I don't wanna go downtown?

Anyways, I was not a happy girl after all this. I have been super stressed lately and not handling it well. I got maybe 3 hours of sleep last night. Not for lack of trying mind you and I am just exhausted.

After that fiasco, we went to the movies and saw Sideways. I thought it was great but was disappointed that it wasn't filmed in Napa like I thought it was.

Other than that the tv is my life. I did in fact finish off season 3 of 24 two whole days before the start of season 4. I thought season 3 was my favorite so far. I haven't loved the first few episodes of this season as much, maybe they haven't grabbed me yet, maybe it is seeing it with the damn commercials and the long breaks between episodes.

That's all I got tonight.