Phone Tag

Pretty much everything in my list this week was accomplished... still working on the dissertation which turned out to be 90 pages... Still need to pick out a birthday gift for my Niece, Payton... still need to pitch the article... but the reading, running around, writing, and meetings all happened despite the inordinate amount of time I spent playing phone tag with my Neurologist.

Confession. I hate voicemail. I hate leaving it. I hate listening to it. It's even worse when I am waiting for important news about my health. This week my to-do list includes another trip to the Doctor. I'm not sure which I hate more, doctors appointments or voicemail. Both are evil.

I promise to get over myself soon. Waiting for news is the worst.