maybe my doctor is a lot like me - weird coincidence

I made fun of my doctor about wanting to be me. And maybe he is more like me than I thought...

How's this for a weird coincidence? Ever since the first time I went to his office I felt like I had been there before. But I knew I hadn't, if for no other reason than his office is in Cherry Creek and I hate that place.

Then yesterday morning, as I was getting ready to leave for my appointment to get my stitches out (turns out, actually, they were staples) I realized where I had seen his office before.

When I hired my architect for my kitchen remodel she gave me a book of projects. It turns out one of the projects she did was my doctor's office. I don't know how my furry brain made the connection (still feeling really out of it from the antibiotics, maybe? or getting a dose of special k with a muscle relaxer and vicodin? drinking tons of water trying to get all of that shit out of my system).

Anyway, it was an interesting surprise.

I almost passed out from pain getting my stitches out but my jaw is starting to look more normal. Still no nerve pain. I have a big bump on the side of my right jaw which I'm guessing is where he put a screw but I'm not sure. He was surprised how little bruising I have and seemed more surprised when I told him I keep ice on my face pretty much the whole time I'm awake (can't take pain meds - it helps with the pain). I was also lectured for walking 8 miles on Wednesday, and when I pointed out that he said to do half my regular activity, which is walking 16 miles, he just sighed and walked out of the room.

I also violated the "no house work for 4 weeks" rule today. Seriously, who can go 4 weeks without cleaning the house? It took me 3 hours to clean because I haven't done a thorough cleaning in 1 1/2 weeks. Imagine after 4 weeks. It would be an entire weekend project.

I get to take tomorrow off as a sick day (hooray! had a call with my manager, and I can't talk very well, and he said "you sound like you're in so much pain, just take tomorrow off and get some rest"). I might go to the botanic gardens since I also was feeling well enough today to order more self watering planters for my patio. I also got a trellis for my raspberries, which have gone insane, and some tomato cages (not exactly sure how to use those but I thought it would be fun to tell people I have tomato cages).

And my neighbor is supposedly bringing me a piece of home made boston cream pie, which I've never had, because she feels sorry for me because my jaw is all fucked up. I looked up boston cream pie since I had no idea what it was, and it turns out it's actually a cake.

Another excuse for why I can't cook. Who calls a pie a cake?