maybe it's just that tonight's patients irritate me ... geriatric terriers and poor little kitties (2!) whose idiot owners put dog flea control on them and now they seizure.
I would write of seeing everyone at TC tonight, but everyone else has written of it ... quite pleasant ... to paraphrase a bit of what season said, 7 people at the table, and none of them i dislike.
Kim related a very funny anecdote to me, wherein she ran into Rick (ex-rick, not Rick that I work with) and told him off in a most wonderful fashion, after he tried to give himself way too much credit, insult Michael, and make assumptions about me. I can't believe the ego that boy has ... did he really think he was that good? heh.
Went to dinner with my parents tonight. It was a bit awkward, but hey, free food. Italian, too. My mom only insulted me a few times.
So I started with the using of the NuvaRing today. It's ... different. A bit bigger than I expected, and insertion was, well, strange. Just not something I'm used to. But i can't feel it, at least. I don't know how this thing is not going to interfere with sex, but we'll see.
I'm worried about side effects, but I'm willing to give this a chance. Hormonal BC in the past has made me miserable and killed my sex drive (and you know how important that is to me)and worsened my mood issues. Michael has promised to let me know if I seem moodier. If i start to see negative side effects, this thing is out, gone. I will not torture myself.
So hopefully it will go well. If it doesn't make me crazy, i like the idea of BC that i only have to fuck with every three weeks.
After work, I have to drive to my mom's, pick up some clothes and my dog, and then go home, drop off my dog, wait a few hours, and then go to Moreno Valley Animal Shelter and pick up a Pug. Then said Pug has to stay in my house overnight, as I don't drive on no sleep. I have to try and stay up as long as possible Wednesday night, otherwise I will screw up my sleep schedule even worse than it already is, and Thursday morning I will drive this Pug (which hopefully did not do any damage to the house) to Costa Mesa for the rescue organization.
I hate owing favors to Pug Rescue. They're fucking my Wednesday all up.