Speaking of lessons

I had to give boyfriend a lesson.

I had a bad day yesterday. Work was fine, but it was all medical bad news.

I was diagnosed with ankylosing spondylitis almost a year ago. Did some research, and decided I wasn't bad enough to seek treatment. But after I threw my back out three weeks ago, it still isn't 100%. So I'm looking for a rheumatologist, and bascially getting chided for waiting so long. And then I got busy with work, and didn't get an appointment set.

Then I got a call from the dermatologist. The "freckle" on my back came back abnormal. So I need further excision of the area to determine the extent of spread. More than likely they got it early enough and will be able to get clean excision sites. But I hadn't even gone to the dermatologist for that freckle, so I was knocked off my feet with surprise.

Boyfriend asked how I was doing.

Said I wasn't in a good mood, and I was upset.

Then he wanted to leave and go relax.

I had to explain to him that I wanted a friendly voice to listen to me.

I heard back that he doesn't have much experience in these matters, and he was very sorry.

By the time we ended our conversation, I said how my fury could have been easily defused with a simple call.

He said he'll try and keep that in mind the next time.

At least he's housebroken ;-)