If Shirley Only Knew

I’m frustrated with the medical community. Not just because of my experiences today, but in general. It just seems to get worse. What’s the point of having a Dr if all they ever say is “if it’s an emergency go to the ER”. That’s why I need a Dr, to help me know when it’s an emergency. It’s a losing battle trying to get an appt with a medical professional any time in the next 6 months.

I think I’m going to have to take on the medical profession. I want to be the Erin Brockovich of the medical world. But not today, I don’t have the energy or focus.

I think I have the equivalent of PMS today. It has nothing to do with bodily cycles. Has nothing to do with hormones. I don’t have a uterus. I guess what that really means is I’m just a bit cranky today. But I want to be able to label it with something more than crankiness. I want initials damnit.

After I take on the medical profession I’m going to take on the state of New York. But since I currently work for them I better not discuss my future plans. But they’re on the list too. (Not my employer, the state. The whole state, even Staten Island.)

I had a disturbing experience this afternoon on the bus to work. Partway there Penny Marshall got on at one of the stops. Apparently she’s homeless now and living off of Delaware Ave. I snapped her picture and sent it out to my address book. By the time I arrived to work I realized Penny Marshall is really a man. I wonder if she’s always been a man, or if it’s a change she recently had. Perhaps that’s why she’s homeless, living in Albany, and riding the #9. She’s the one with the red hat on his head.