Rites of Passage

I took Sally to get spayed this morning.  She could be in surgery at this very moment.  I am surprised at how nervous I am.  I've had that surgery, and I know first hand how awful it is.  They asked me if I wanted pain medicine for her.  What kind of monster wouldn't give their puppy relief after being sliced open.  I guess someone who didn't want to spend the extra $12.  The same kinda person who rushes their offsprings' potty training (and thus inflicting severe emotional damage) because they don't want to buy diapers.  Once on the local news, I saw a story about the boyfriend of some pathetic excuse for a mother who beat the baby to death because she pooped in her pants.

This stuff stirs up violent, Death Wishesque, vengeful thoughts in me.  I think every idiot who leaves their child/dog in the car in the summer oughta have to sit locked in a car in full sun in July until they die.  The monsters who use pit bulls to fight to the death for their entertainment should be thrown to some of those hungry dogs they tie to stakes and neglect in their yard.

I could go on and on, but I'm shaking.  So I should stop.  Because I still haven't resolved my problems with Comcrap.  Or wrangling with my new insurance which doesn't have prescription coverage, which means it'll cost me three times the insurance premium to buy my drugs.  Then there's the mammo thing.  Between dealing with insurance company, the preferred provider company, and the clueless providers themselves, I'm on the verge of using an apple corer to remove the suspicious lump myself.  I spent three crazy-making hours on the phone yesterday - two of which were spent listening to crappy pseudo-jazz hold music.  I'm not crazy about jazz to start with.  Maybe that's good though.  It would probably be unbearable if I did.  I guess the only thing worse would be porn movie music.  Not that I know about that first-hand.  I've just heard it's really bad.  No wonder you never see skin flick soundtracks for sale.  Wow, I just had a scary thought.  What if they played porn music while you were on hold?  I shudder to think.

As usual, I have so many unpleasant things to do, that I'm overwhelmed.  Which is why I sit here blogging instead of doing them.  This, after I made myself stop doing crossword puzzles for way too long.  It's all I can do not to tuck into my new David Sedaris book.  I love him.  He makes my life seem somewhat normal.

Ok.  It's time to face the music.  More hold music.  At least it's not the porn kind.

Over and out...