Life of a former witch

I've outgrown my wicked witch of the west ways. Reflections of life afterwards, living in the desert with two cats, friends, family, and my hot and cold love life.

Thursday, September 28, 2006

Can't escape

I should get a tatoo on my forehead an expression to be read by all:

No kids, & don't want any!

I should make that my email signature. Maybe it'll help in my ability to get hired.

First of all, the celiac support listserv tends to go in phases where long threads develop about issues with their celiac kid. There's a listserv for "Raising Our Celiac Kids." Post your threads there. I'm not interested in your kids issues over their last gluten episode.

Then I had to get my patient records regarding my abnormal pap tests. Since they're recommending another colpo in six months, the new ob/gyn I see will need all that info.

While sitting in the waiting room, this older looking woman started up a very loud pregnancy conversation. She apparently already has teenagers, and loves being pregnant. Hope you're not claiming welfare checks as your paycheck for being a baby factory.

Granted, it's an ob/gyn office, so there'll be pregnant people there. But I don't see any reason why pregnancy is so great, and then having to raise the thing until it's at least 18 years old.

And being so close to my nephew, I'm probably going to get sucked into all these little nuance things that go on. Hopefully I can make a polite retreat.