Well. I left a message for one malpractice lawyer and sent an email to another. We will see what happens with them. As soon as I know if there is anything going on there I do intend on filing a report with the hospital. This bad doctor can not go on talking to women the way he spoke to me. It was Trump-like and he was so busy being a (silly threatened by my obvious higher than average (wink wink) intelligence) bitch to me that he ended up ENDANGERING the husband's life. Scum bag. Really if the world was a fair place that bad doctor would get smacked upside the head every time he spoke with such disregard and bizarrely paranoid unwarranted suspicion that eventually he would figure out that it is not only unprofessional to be dismissive to a caring family member but in some cases the person who spends 24/7 with he patient knows what is up!! Seriously dude! I am smarter than a doctor.
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I have the sads again today. My grandmother used to say she had the blues. I could call this the blues, except for me the visual image of the blues is not sad at all but rather lovely, so the sads is way more accurate. Because there is nothing lovely in the way I feel today. I feel like a slug, barely moving and wishing it was just time to go to bed so I could start over again tomorrow. I think part of my problem today was that I did not walk sweet pea this morning. Its crazy how much I need to wake up and immediately get my ass in gear. But this morning I was waiting for a bug guy to come because it appeared that over the summer a wasp family made itself at home in a crack in the trim around the outside house which was right on the divider between the ceiling of Josh's room and the floor of the attic. In any case, the wasp family somehow found a passage into Josh's room and by the time he finished his camp counselor in training odyssey of the summer there were dozens of dead wasps sprinkled all over the window sills of his bedroom. I was hoping they were bees, so we could just have them relocated to the backyard, where we could feast on their honey, but alas, no such luck. They were paper wasps. So I called some guy and he came over, stuck a ladder up the side of the house, sprayed something powdery into the crack and charged me about $120 dollars more than what I could have paid had I known how easy it would be and went to the hardware store for a can of wasp spray powder and made Evan climb a ladder. Oh well. In the future, I can be a do it yourself-er if we get another wasp party hanging around.
The other thing I am going to take a stab at being a do it yourself-er about is mowing the lawn. But only if we do manage to sell utopia. If I get another summer in utopia I don't think I want to come back down here to mow, but if I am stuck in hell new town for the summer I am totally going to mow it myself. I'm going to embrace being broke so well no one will recognize me. I am so tired of paying people to do things that I could technically do if I wasn't so lazy it's shocking even to me. Although, in my defense when we moved to stepford to begin with I asked the husband when we were going to buy a lawn mower and he informed me that he worked hard enough during the week to pay someone to mow the lawn and I asked him if he would pay someone to keep me company when he was off working so hard to pay a lawn guy- so in my heart I have always been a do it yourself type of person living the princess life which is what the husband wanted. That was fun while it lasted! Starting with my next house, all future homes from now on will have no maintenance landscaping, which means pretty much I plan on living in the woods surrounded by weeds, but that is okay with me!!
Sometimes I wonder if I could get my mind wrapped around city living again. Obviously it would be a bummer for sweet pea, but one day I might want to land in a place where I can just run to the corner and get what ever I might need. Also, so much easier for old people to live in apartments and not have to worry about cars or lawns and other such suburban stuff.