The Specialist

Not the movie, the mystery one my answering machine told me that my doctor made me an appointment to see. Too bad I didn't get home in time to make a call back before the office closed. Too bad when the nurse tried to call my cell phone, the call wouldn't go through. Tomorrow is the soonest I can discover who I'll be seeing. What was in the x-ray? What was in the blood work? Why when I just get my life organized to be a little easier to walk through should something hit me that requires a "specialist"?

Tonight is the night I prove to the powers that be whether I'm a glass half empty or a glass half full kind of gal. Or maybe tonight I prove that both are just the same.