If you want to see me really flip out, wait until I miss an appointment. It’ll be a long wait, because it doesn’t happen all that often. However, when it does, I lose human form and turn into a horrible shrieking weep-beast. So if that’s your favorite thing, hang around.
The weep-beast has made an appearance twice this year so far, at least, because I have all these physical therapy appointments, and it’s hard to keep track of them on top of my work-related stuff. I’ve been pretty good, but I did miss an appointment a few months back, because we picked an earlier time than usual, and I spaced, and then one day, I was 20 minutes late because of traffic.
So Monday, when I missed my appointment, it was either my second or third time missing, depending on how you feel about extreme lateness. Thank God Adam was home, otherwise, I think I would have gone back to bed for the day and called it a wash.
“I have a suggestion,” he said, after I stopped doing my Don Music impression. “Why don’t you ask them to give you the same time, on the same days, as much as they can? Because it seems like you only miss when you have a weird appointment time.”
I stopped gnashing my teeth and stared at him.
“They keep giving you all these odd appointment times,” he explained patiently, mistaking my catatonia for incomprehension. “And I just think–”
“No, no, I get it,” I said. “I’m just wondering why I never thought of that.”
“Well, beating yourself up is a full-time job.”
Reason #427 to get married: perspective from a smart person.