It's been a long 24 hours.
Last night a friend of mine called me, upset about her husband. He's one of those people who is a nice enough guy to be friends with, but really when you get down to it, is an inconsiderate d*uchebag. I really think my friend is far, far too good for him and can't believe the crap she puts up with. I know she wants kids, but she won't have kids with him because he can't handle being a father. I guess she is hoping he will change.
So he pulled some of his usual shit last night and I talked to her about it and told her she shouldn't put up with it, that she should say something. She's very quiet and I think she doesn't stand up for herself enough. Well, apparently she was listening because she called me a couple hours later, crying and sitting in her car.
So she came over and spent the night. She's home tonight, but they haven't dealt with anything. I hate being in that place of trying to be supportive of what she decides, but wanting to tell her to just leave that worthless sack of shit. Who cares if you love him? What good is that love if all it does is hurt you and hold you back?
How do you walk that line with your friends?
Since I had my doctor's appointment at 10, I stayed home in the morning and we sat and had coffee and talked a bit. I went to the doctor's office, only to be told that my doctor had called in sick.
Gee, thanks for letting me know.
The check in lady said the next available appointment with my doctor was July 25.
My GP is great - she takes a lot of time with her patients, is very kind, also likes to deliver babies. But she teaches at the med school and just practices a couple days a week. So it can be hard to get in to see her. And, oh yeah, my insurance is gone starting July 1.
Of course, being tired and feeling emotional from all my talking with above friend, I started to get teary and whispered that Monday was my last day with insurance. The check in lady looked at me with such sympathy that I felt even more pathetic. She asked if I was sure, since I had *just gotten* this insurance. I nodded and squeaked out "My husband got fired." I felt so pathetic, but:
She got me an appointment on Monday. Go check in lady.
Finally I made it to work, where I ran around until 3pm. We had a groomer come to the office and give Betty and the Charlie summer haircuts. They both lost half their size and are now very skinny looking. I will have to post a picture later.
After they were finished, I ran around helping put together a r*verse raffle for the local p@rish church. (A r*verse raffle is where everyone gets their name and number put on the wall and the cards are taken down one by one. The last ten people stand up and decide if they want to split or keep going. Usually, they keep going.) The priest there is a total sweetie, but he FUCKED everything up with the tickets and I had a bitch of a time fixing it. The other woman helping me agreed that G*d might forgive killing a priest in this instance.
The raffle was won by a nice girl who is very very pregnant. The last raffle we held she had just announced her pregnancy.
Happily, although she can't drink the champagne she also won, I could drink the beer.