Today I wore my power boots--knee high black leather boots that zip up the side. I love these boots. They have just enough heel on them that I go clicking down the hall, but not loud enough to be annoying. They have, dare I say, the sound of authority. They make me feel like I can do anything. And so, I started doing stuff. Mostly, I made a list of stuff, and only got through two items, but I have a good list.
I went to yet another doctor today, this one my ob/gyn, just for a checkup. And I am so firing this woman. All my other encounters with doctors lately have been great, not fun, mind you, but satisfying. They take me seriously. They ask questions and seem to understand that I'm smart and that I've thought through what I'm saying, trying to describe things in terms that will help them help me. This woman, upon hearing that a) I was having trouble and b) wanted to change b.c. methods, almost yelled at me. I told her I wasn't happy with my b.c. and that I suspected it might have something to do with my recent issues. She said there was no way that was possible. Instead of explaining why, she just declared it to be so. I was so taken aback, I didn't think to even ask. But it pissed me off. She showed no concern whatsoever for any of the issues I'd been having, nor did she consider the possibility that there might be a gynecologically related issue (as some of the other doctors have suggested). Plus, she made me wait and only spent a total of maybe 7 minutes with me, so I'm so done with her. Why do some doctors do this? Treat people like they're idiots. It's so insulting.
Aside from this little incident, I'm pretty geared up. I think the power boots just reflected my mood rather than causing it. These next few weeks are going to be pretty busy, but hopefully busy in a good way.