:-(

What a horrible, crappy day.

The doctor 'handling' my knee situation is a prick.

I had a 4:40 appt. I didn't even get called back 'til 6:40. I said "the natives are getting restless" to one of his minions. He said it was because the doctor spent "so much time" with each of his patients.

Bull.

I wait longer... and longer.

Finally, he comes in. Doesn't even say 'hi.' Pokes my knees, makes me scream and tells me he wants me to get an MRI- yet he mentions when it's tendons it probably won't show up on an MRI. The entire interaction took three minutes. OHHHHH the QUALITY TIME!!!!

I should have just walked out. I was literally getting up to walk out when they called my name. He's already told me there's nothing to be done for my problem besides what I'm already doing. Not like he's going to see my MRI, go "gee, that's BAD" and sign me up for an operation where I'm given baboon tendons or something.

So I was late for Pump class. Nothing like coming in late to class that requires a lot of equipment set up to draw lots and lots of attention to yourself. Fantastic.

It's bed time.

I'm on a roll so far -- what new and wonderful ways can TOMORROW suck?