Thursday, March 15, 2012

Big Switch

Oh Rick Santorum, you crazy momentum gaining thing, I hope you win. If I had a delegate in my pocket, I would give her to you. The delight of seeing you and your sweater vest, one-on-one at a debate with that charming, graceful, smart guy who lives in the white house is almost too much to look forward to. Watching you get smooshed like the little mealy bug you are by someone who is rational and informed and actually understands history and the constitution, popcorn for everyone, it will be grande.

I know it will ultimately be Romney, but a girl can dream. I've been wondering though, what's the deal with Romney's logo? For all his money and consultants, he's got to have the worst campaign poster ever. That strange "R" is so feminine, it could be a contraceptive logo, or some bargain brand something or other. It's such the perfect symbol of his ineptitude, but I can't imagine that was the goal, poor shmuck can't get anything right. Looks pretty darned good for 65, but that's about all one can say about him.

I spoke to the head of oncology yesterday and he was super nice and supportive of my switching doctors. He recommended the guy who is my friend T's oncologist, she says he's a love him or hate him kind of guy, I'm hoping to love him. I'm sticking with mine through the surgery and the lab results and then I'm switching. I'm wasting time and emotion feeling bad about it, I don't want to hurt her feelings, knowing full well I have to learn to care about how I feel above all else, especially now. She's a fine person, and probably a great doctor, we're just not a good match. I really need an oncologist who makes me feel optimistic {and not tempted to start researching hospice care}, and who is direct and clear, doesn't feel sorry for me and is aggressive as all get out.

I had a lovely home-cooked dinner at the home of friends last night. It's so good to be able to get out and about at least a little. I really want to make the most of these two weeks before surgery, before I get clonked on the head again and stuck on the couch.

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