Monday, November 16, 2009

Gripe Session


This is a gripe session so if you don't want to read a rant, then stop reading now.

Okay, I don't care how smart or knowledgable somebody is, they don't have the right to treat me or anyone else like they're a lesser species. The doc that I went to see, who I didn't get to see the first appointment, treated me like it was my fault that all the test results weren't in. AND, why was I seeing him today anyway?

"Well, sir, I have done everything your office has suggested that I do, and this is a follow-up visit."

"Yes, Yes, but why are you seeing me? Did you see the endocrinologist, like was suggested?"

"Yes."

"Well, what were the results?..." On and on the questions went. Somehow, things had been miscommunicated, but that wasn't my problem. I did everything he had asked (or I should say his assistant had asked because I didn't even see him at the first consultation appointment).

I'm so glad Rick had been there with me. He got to witness first hand how I can be treated sometimes. I guess I'm not assertive enough. Who knows? Rick says that I'm more of a Meg Ryan than a Tom Hanks. He's right, of course. "It's not personal, it's business," is a load of bunk. All that means is it wasn't personal to him. It was very personal to me. I don't like being treated like a door-mat just because he's having a bad day or because he's a brain surgeon and perhaps has a higher IQ, which may be doubtful, because I'm pretty smart. Okay, he's a brain surgeon and has a higher IQ, but, none-the-less that doesn't give him the right to treat me as an inconvenience. He still got paid for his time.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Monday, November 9, 2009

Short Story

Alanna's Death

by Rebecca L Elliott


He looked at her, hiding the pain that ripped through his heart. He had no way of expressing how he felt. Words were inadequate. How do you express losing part of your soul? She was his mate and now she was vanishing before him. Her body glowed and shimmered as her last breath escaped her lips. Her eyes brightened and lost all color.

Her body rose and twisted, weightless in the air. The glow broke through her skin around her heart and eyes. The light flared burning away her skin and clothes. Soon all that remained was a pulsating bright globe which pounded in rhythm with his own heartbeat. It pulsed several more seconds and then the light winked out.

She was gone. The light that had glowed within her had dissolved. His heart was torn apart and shattered. She was his soul and now she was gone.