That’s what the can says on the little Coca Cola Olympic Polar Bear on my desk. It has nothing to do with anything.
It’s really, obscenely difficult to find a family doctor ’round these parts. Apparently doctors are only accepting new pregnant patients, and if you are with child then they’d be happy to book you an appointment sometime next August, which is the doctor’s next available opening is.
Seriously. What the fuck. I’m totally going to drop dead one of these days, because all of the clinic doctors tell me to “ask your family doctor” every time I have a question, and the family doctors won’t take me! Fuckers.
Other than that small frustration, things in my world are looking amazingly good these days. I’m finally starting to feel like this is really going to be my year. If I don’t die first.