Walkin' the dog, walkin' the dog.
Jul. 2nd, 2013 11:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tinhuvielI just got in from taking Toblerone on an investigative walk. He peed on everything he could during the walk, then continued to hike his leg and pretend he had more water to mark stuff when he ran out of juice.
This walk was hopefully going to find me at a bus stop, but my plans failed miserably. When I reached Linbrook Drive and saw no sign, I turned Toby around and headed back to the house. When I got back, I checked how far I had walked. It calculated in at just under 2 miles. Not to shabby for a chick with no right knee, who's not used to walking like she used to.
In other news, I've made an appointment with a potential family doctor for Monday. I'm hoping we get along okay, and I don't have to doctor shop. I hate doing that. The only thing I dread about going to the doctor is all the talking I'll have to do. I've become painfully aware of my accent, even though it's not nearly as thick as those around me in the South. I'm afraid that the more I talk, the more people will think I'm some kind of brainless Redneck. And I'm not. But I know I'll have to talk to the doctor extensively about my medical history, my knee issues, my medications, blah blah blah - and I am going to be so self-conscious.
I'm gonna try not to worry about it. I'm going to try to enjoy this glorious cloudy day, as they're rare in these parts. And I'm going to work on this Cadmus/Orphaeus short I've been dabbling in for a while. ::firm nods::
This walk was hopefully going to find me at a bus stop, but my plans failed miserably. When I reached Linbrook Drive and saw no sign, I turned Toby around and headed back to the house. When I got back, I checked how far I had walked. It calculated in at just under 2 miles. Not to shabby for a chick with no right knee, who's not used to walking like she used to.
In other news, I've made an appointment with a potential family doctor for Monday. I'm hoping we get along okay, and I don't have to doctor shop. I hate doing that. The only thing I dread about going to the doctor is all the talking I'll have to do. I've become painfully aware of my accent, even though it's not nearly as thick as those around me in the South. I'm afraid that the more I talk, the more people will think I'm some kind of brainless Redneck. And I'm not. But I know I'll have to talk to the doctor extensively about my medical history, my knee issues, my medications, blah blah blah - and I am going to be so self-conscious.
I'm gonna try not to worry about it. I'm going to try to enjoy this glorious cloudy day, as they're rare in these parts. And I'm going to work on this Cadmus/Orphaeus short I've been dabbling in for a while. ::firm nods::
