Yes, Yes, Yes!

Look at me! Look at me! I'm blogging again, I'm being productive again! It's amazing what rearranging your room can do. And actually taking your medicine. Yeah, that could help. Maybe my productivity will even go so far as to give me motivation to do my laundry.

In other news, I'm going to be calling my orthopedic surgeon today because (nearly) three years after my surgery to fix me, I'm still feeling pain nearly every day, especially in winter. I'm really hoping that he'll be able to help me. The other option in my head is for him to go "Oops, sorry, you're screwed for life. Good luck!"

The scariest thing about this isn't him telling me that I'm screwed, actually. The scariest thing is calling -- that's right, I'm terrified of using the phone. I even have issues calling my mother or my friends sometimes. I'd much rather text or Skype. Mostly text. See, in text I can be witty and clever because I have time to think about it (I'm not a very quick thinker). When I call someone, if I don't have a script, then I freak out and my brain goes blank. So me calling the orthopedic surgeon goes a little like this in my head:

SECRETARY: Hello?
ME: Hi, Dr. [Insert Name Here] performed a surgery on me [Insert Date Here], and I'm having some trouble. I have some questions, and was wondering if Dr. [Insert Name Here] would be available for me to ask him those questions.
SECRETARY: Well, I'm sorry, but you're going to have to make an appointment.
ME: Ah, yes, you see, I'm in Idaho right now, and so coming down for an appointment isn't convenient. That's why I was wondering if I could ask him on the phone.
SECRETARY: I'm sorry, but you really have to have an appointment.
ME: [Sigh] Okay, fine. Do you have an appointment for this Monday, or are you closed?
SECRETARY: We don't have an opening until next Wednesday.
ME: No, no, no, I can't do that. I have school up here, I can't just drop everything and come down. Are you sure that there isn't anyone I can talk to?
SECRETARY: [Irritated] I told you, you have to have an appointment.
ME: Oh, okay, I'll just go, then. Have a nice day. [Hang up]

So that's how I feel it's going to go. Or I'll be talking to the doctor and he'll be asking me questions and either I don't know the answer or I won't know how to explain it to him. I guess that it's just what I'm going to have to get over, because I'm not really looking forward to the prospect of perpetual pain if I can help it.

Wish me luck!