Another Dat From Hell

Well, so much for my doctor appointment. The day started out "ok"; lots and lots of rain though. Over 4 inches in maybe 6-8 hrs. Thus, lots of flash flood warnings around. I didn't think much about it; there was plenty of time. Or so I thought.

Dummy me. To dare to *think*.

Well, all any of Mom's little group of babblers could say was how dangerous the roads were, etc. etc. And as usual, they got Mom good and freaked out about driving into Hastings for a simple dr. appointment. Ruby G. made a point of telling Mom about the cutoff road that goes past Spady's and leads to WalMart--it seems that some guy got caught in a flash flood while driving there and drowned. Fucking great, Ruby, you old hag! Die bitches die!!! DIE!!!!! Despite me telling Mom--and god, why do I bother *telling* her anything--that I was not going to even take that road, it was all Mom could blather about. Jesus Fucking CHRIST!!! That and the fucking news/weather reports about possible flash floods! I couldn't even drive out of town far enough to see if the pur to 6 that runs by the farm was covered or not. I kept telling her "Just let me go check, ok? Just let me check?" But No! She was too busy freaking out! Then she wanted me to call Aunt Arlene and see if *she* knew what the roads were like. That was another big fucking waste! Aunt Arlene barely knew it rained, let alone what the streets were like!

::bangs head on keyboard:: Why? Why me lord? What have I done to constantly be undercut at every turn? Why?

So despite the fact that I *knew* I would probably be ok, I went ahead and cancelled the appointment. I won't be rescheduling either. I've been kinda/sorta thinking about changing doctors and this is just the final straw. Oh, I *like* Dr. Michelle well enough but... ::shrugs:: It's so damned hard to schedule appointments with her--and then if the day is shitty (like today) I get to deal w/Mom yapping and freaking out on me. Oh yay--what fun!! The hell of it is, I *really* needed this check up. Mostly to see if I could get a Rx for some "happy pills". ::SNERK::

You know, what bothers me is that Mom always says what a "fine, brilliant mind" I have, yet she doesn't trust me not to drive through running water! No wonder I keep acting like an incompetent child--it's clear that's all I really am, age not withstanding.

More later--family is here now.