Yesterday was a good day!
•Pushing Daisies is back! The more I see this show the more I’m convinced it’s about the best thing on TV right now.
•I was able to get a huge break on our Disney trip. It is now $800 cheaper for the same travel plan. I promise you this…when it comes to working with WDW the best thing you can do is be polite, patient and persistent.
•My Rheumatologist worked it out so that I can have my biweekly (every two weeks…is that biweekly or bimonthly or semimonthly?) blood work done at the lab two minutes from my house instead of driving to his office in Bumfrak, er, Franklin.
That brings a big issue to mind. Please pardon the break in my “good news” post while my stream of consciousness interrupts. What is with all of the specialists in Nashville being in Bumfrak? Seriously, if you want a family doctor in Hermitage or Donelson or Goodlettsville or East Nashville, you’re probably okayish. But God forbid you should need a Neurologist or Cardiologist or any other kind of ologist. You’ve got to find a way to get yourself to (at best) the Centennial Park/Vanderbilt area downtown or (at worst) the Cool Springs/Franklin area. Now I KNOW that people of the lower rungs on the economic ladder get sick just the same (and probably more in some cases) than those in the posher districts. You’d think the doctors would go where the patients are. Instead they seem to prefer to work close to their homes which means you have to drive to them. When you’re already juggling knives over a pit of fire, which is what most serious illness feels like, driving hours to be seen is just not fun. Oh well. Chalk it up to one of those “Life isn’t fair” things and move on, I guess.
•I had a dream about a spider for about the fifth time in a week. Now I know that my spider dreams–and spider dreams in general–have to do with the Feminine. This spider in my dream last night had long silky blond female hair. It was a very pretty arachnid altogether. It was nice, unlike the fake John Cusack art film my subconscious made up for me to watch. It was some strange thing where John Cusack played an eccentric vagabond who found an old book about a heroic Spartan basketball player. Vagabond Cusack then wandered the earth to spread the good news about how Spartans played basketball. But since it was an art film the lip movements didn’t match the dialogue and everything was shot in a sepia tone. And while I watched the film I was making mud out of food and hair and dirt. And then the blonde spider showed up.
I wish there were some satisfactory conclusion to this dream, but unfortunately I woke up when my subconscious decided I needed to look something up on the Internet about Spore.
