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Yesterday I told myself, very firmly, that I was going to Go To Bed Early.
I did not.
However, I did force myself to get up at eight, as planned, and was on the road by ten fifteen, as planned, because I have this thing where I insist on being early for appointments and meetings (and movies) if I can because "If you're early, you're on time. If you're on time, you're late. If you're late, you're left." and that has stuck with me for nearly two decades or longer.
Moral of that story - careful what you drill into young impressionable children's heads because they will remember (some of) that crud for the rest of their lives.
Obviously, I was half an hour early for my appointment, and as usual my doctor was five minutes late, but that's still a heck of a lot better than my last psychiatrist who was routinely hours behind schedule. (8:45 appointment? Called back to the office sometime around 11:30. So many books read in that waiting room.)
So, yes... appointment. Yet another new prescription, of course. This time it's something called Buspar for anxiety (se my issues with insisting on being early to things, amongst other charming "quirks"); however, I googled it once I got home because Crazy!Doc couldn't remember if there were any drug interaction issues and told me to ask my pharmacist when I went to fill the prescription and I'm already taking six different kinds of meds every day and it's better to be safe than sorry, and there are some issues that I probably need to discuss with someone who actually knows what they're talking about. Not that wikipedia isn't entertaining and all, but I really don't consider it a "source of factual information". So I'll be printing out a new list of medications Miah is currently forcing herself to take every morning (I hate pills) and dragging that to the hospital at some point.
More importantly, I just got my brand new dress back from being altered today!
Finding a formal dress that does not look shapeless/drab/hideous/strapless(what the hell is up with that, btw?)/all of the above in chubby girl sizes is a PAIN IN THE REAR.
Even though the next ball isn't until spring sometime, I ended up ordering one on-line a few weeks ago because I found one I liked and they had one left in my size (supposedly) and I have spent the last year and change trying to find something I did not hate.
However, they did not send me the size I ordered, they sent the size below that, and by that point they were already sold out of my size. That made me a sad panda. The fact that I actually fit in the size they sent did not cheer me up because while my chest fit in the dress, because of the way the halter neckline closed, the bodice sat way too high. There's a little V-notch thing on the bodice that is supposed to show a tiny bit of cleavage, but in this dress the V-Notch ended up halfway between the breasts and my throat. Not quite the look I wanted. So, for the first time since I was the Maid of Honor at J's wedding, I had a garment altered.
I went in to see if maybe there was a way to extend the closure behind my neck - perhaps add a strip of fabric with a new button and loop or something - and this little woman (for reals, the top of her head hit my shoulders and she had to stand on a box to fiddle with the back of my dress and she kept telling me I was too tall - I am not tall) started pinning bits in and talking about taking things off and adding lace/ribbons/something and removing the train and hemming the bottom in broken English and I didn't want to offend her by asking what the hell she was saying so I just kept nodding because PINS IN MY BACK.
Anywho, picked up my dress today and it fits and I love it. For reals.
Now all I need are some kick'n heels and some jewelry and I'm good to go.
Also, my birthday is Wednesday. I plan to treat myself to expensive cow parts and a baked potato and perhaps some chocolate silk pie and also perhaps some nail polish.
I did not.
However, I did force myself to get up at eight, as planned, and was on the road by ten fifteen, as planned, because I have this thing where I insist on being early for appointments and meetings (and movies) if I can because "If you're early, you're on time. If you're on time, you're late. If you're late, you're left." and that has stuck with me for nearly two decades or longer.
Moral of that story - careful what you drill into young impressionable children's heads because they will remember (some of) that crud for the rest of their lives.
Obviously, I was half an hour early for my appointment, and as usual my doctor was five minutes late, but that's still a heck of a lot better than my last psychiatrist who was routinely hours behind schedule. (8:45 appointment? Called back to the office sometime around 11:30. So many books read in that waiting room.)
So, yes... appointment. Yet another new prescription, of course. This time it's something called Buspar for anxiety (se my issues with insisting on being early to things, amongst other charming "quirks"); however, I googled it once I got home because Crazy!Doc couldn't remember if there were any drug interaction issues and told me to ask my pharmacist when I went to fill the prescription and I'm already taking six different kinds of meds every day and it's better to be safe than sorry, and there are some issues that I probably need to discuss with someone who actually knows what they're talking about. Not that wikipedia isn't entertaining and all, but I really don't consider it a "source of factual information". So I'll be printing out a new list of medications Miah is currently forcing herself to take every morning (I hate pills) and dragging that to the hospital at some point.
More importantly, I just got my brand new dress back from being altered today!
Finding a formal dress that does not look shapeless/drab/hideous/strapless(what the hell is up with that, btw?)/all of the above in chubby girl sizes is a PAIN IN THE REAR.
Even though the next ball isn't until spring sometime, I ended up ordering one on-line a few weeks ago because I found one I liked and they had one left in my size (supposedly) and I have spent the last year and change trying to find something I did not hate.
However, they did not send me the size I ordered, they sent the size below that, and by that point they were already sold out of my size. That made me a sad panda. The fact that I actually fit in the size they sent did not cheer me up because while my chest fit in the dress, because of the way the halter neckline closed, the bodice sat way too high. There's a little V-notch thing on the bodice that is supposed to show a tiny bit of cleavage, but in this dress the V-Notch ended up halfway between the breasts and my throat. Not quite the look I wanted. So, for the first time since I was the Maid of Honor at J's wedding, I had a garment altered.
I went in to see if maybe there was a way to extend the closure behind my neck - perhaps add a strip of fabric with a new button and loop or something - and this little woman (for reals, the top of her head hit my shoulders and she had to stand on a box to fiddle with the back of my dress and she kept telling me I was too tall - I am not tall) started pinning bits in and talking about taking things off and adding lace/ribbons/something and removing the train and hemming the bottom in broken English and I didn't want to offend her by asking what the hell she was saying so I just kept nodding because PINS IN MY BACK.
Anywho, picked up my dress today and it fits and I love it. For reals.
Now all I need are some kick'n heels and some jewelry and I'm good to go.
Also, my birthday is Wednesday. I plan to treat myself to expensive cow parts and a baked potato and perhaps some chocolate silk pie and also perhaps some nail polish.
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