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Dislocation
Jan. 25th, 2006 10:39 pmI'm feeling a little out of touch and I'm not really sure what's up with that. Everything seems disjointed, everything a little out of focus.
I've spent the last three days trying to straighten out my referral for my reproductive endocrinologist (repro endo?) appointment on Friday. I feel like a tennis ball - calling my PCP and then Boston IVF, then the PCP, then IVF, etc. etc. "We haven't received this referral." "I set it by fax and confirmed the fax with a phone call." "Can they fax it again?" "Can I confirm by telephone?" "If we don't have this referral, we'll have to reschedule." Me: "The two of you have to straighten this out, and you have to do it before Friday morning, because I made arrangements at work and I'm not rescheduling."
Nothing really makes sense anymore. Everything is just slightly out of whack... like enough that I notice, but not enough that anyone else does. I feel like I can almost reach the button that will bring it all back together. Almost. But I just can't stretch any farther.
I took Fin's lampshade off this evening. Poor dude had resigned himself to it but I couldn't bear to see him be so clumsy and sad. He's not much of a licker so I think he should be okay. It was purely selfish, really - he kept trying to snuggle me and hitting me in the face with the damned thing. He cleaned himself happily, glad for access to his paws again. Cute little bugger when he's not stepping on my neck.
I've spent the last three days trying to straighten out my referral for my reproductive endocrinologist (repro endo?) appointment on Friday. I feel like a tennis ball - calling my PCP and then Boston IVF, then the PCP, then IVF, etc. etc. "We haven't received this referral." "I set it by fax and confirmed the fax with a phone call." "Can they fax it again?" "Can I confirm by telephone?" "If we don't have this referral, we'll have to reschedule." Me: "The two of you have to straighten this out, and you have to do it before Friday morning, because I made arrangements at work and I'm not rescheduling."
Nothing really makes sense anymore. Everything is just slightly out of whack... like enough that I notice, but not enough that anyone else does. I feel like I can almost reach the button that will bring it all back together. Almost. But I just can't stretch any farther.
I took Fin's lampshade off this evening. Poor dude had resigned himself to it but I couldn't bear to see him be so clumsy and sad. He's not much of a licker so I think he should be okay. It was purely selfish, really - he kept trying to snuggle me and hitting me in the face with the damned thing. He cleaned himself happily, glad for access to his paws again. Cute little bugger when he's not stepping on my neck.
