Arguing

8:00 AM: I start a fight by daring to call just as the clinic is opening. I get information on who I was supposed to see in the first place and who I'm supposed to be seeing now. They're both busy. I get told to call back at 11:30.

Argument 1: Tie. I get some of what I want but not everything. They rope me into calling them back later.

11:30 AM: I finally got through to the hand surgeon's nurse, and we spend 15 minutes negotiating like warring countries on a truce line. It turns out that the hand surgeon is gone on vacation exactly when I want stuff done. Oh, well. How about consultation? I can't do today, and he can't do Thursday or Friday. Can we do Monday? Not that early, buddy. Not 9 in the morning. How about 11? 11 is perfect.

So, having wrangled a peace treaty with the God of Schedules, we agreed and broke for drinks and cocktails. At least the doctor is good-looking...

Argument 2: Tie again. I get some of what I want but still not everything. They get me next week, asking a bucketload of questions and demanding to know when I'll be back to normal.

Oh, and to add to the FUN, the hand surgeon might not be able to do my surgery till the 13TH of January. That leaves me 10 DAYS to start getting back to normal before second semester starts.

Aren't we going to have a jolly time?

I have sworn that if Mr. Cute Hand Surgeon can't do the job when I want it done, I will gladly go to Mr. Not Cute Hand Surgeon and HE can do it.

Let me put it this way:

A) I am not a pushover.
B) I want results.
C) Preferably by the end of the year.
D) I don't care how cute he is, if he can't do the surgery when I need it done, due to my crazy psycho college lifestyle (filled with smoking, drinking, and jumping into the iced-over river at 2 in the morning) then I will go get the Highschool History Teacher Lookalike to do it.

Ta,
Bec