"It's not my job to explain"

I went to the eye doctor for a consult, referred by my neurologist. He went to Harvard and let everyone know about it. So he looked into my dilated eyes and said that my optic nerve was swollen and under pressure from some source. When I said I didn't understand, that I didn't understand the implication of my optic nerve being swollen and under pressure, and could he explain it to me, he replied "it's not my job to explain it to you; it's my job to look in your eyes." Thanks, useless asshole. If you didn't want to deal with patients, you should have become a researcher. It's like a lawyer who doesn't like clients. If you're a lawyer with an undying urge to be an asshole, you should just become a professor or a textbook author. That way, everyone expects you to inflict your attempted intellectual superiority on everyone else. But real clients and/or patients expect you to provide answers. And if you can't or won't, you shouldn't be doing the job because you're NOT doing the job.

Upheaval

What a day.

I had an appointment with a neurologist today. Doctors generally have no bedside manner, no sense of humor. Very true for neurologists.

She told me that I might have a brain tumor, a pseudo tumor, extra fluid causing my brain to swell resulting in pain, etc. Excellent! I feel awesome. What could be better?

The sarcasm should be palpable at this point.

I'm really scared, and it's not good for lawyers to admit that. But I'm human, and I'm relatively young, and I'm scared. I feel like I've been hit with a sledgehammer. Nothing feels right and I can't focus.

Wish me luck. I have a brief due tomorrow.

Timing is Everything

As you probably know, I live with my mother. It's been almost 2 years now since I moved in after law school. Would I rather live almost anywhere else most of the time? Absolutely. There are certain inescapable realities that prevent that, including but not limited to owing more than $7000 in taxes.

Anyway, because we never used the land line, my mother unilaterally decided to cut off the land line and only use the cell phones (which I pay for, btw), which caused the internet to allegedly be shut down for a day, maybe two. Yeah, that was a month ago.

So I expected that she would handle it since it was, after all, HER decision. Nope. She kept blaming the phone line, blaming the connection on the pole, blaming me, blaming the poor girl in Texas, blaming everyone in the call center in India...you get the picture. It was everyone's fault but hers.

So I got on the phone today with tech support. It took 15 minutes and 34 seconds to fix the whole problem. I swear that I could scream. I called my mom to tell her I fixed the problem, and asked her why she hadn't just followed the KISS (aka mind-numbingly simple) instructions on how to fix this. She said she didn't know that she was supposed to follow the instructions and call. Um, yeah. It's really freaking difficult to follow the simplest instructions. So this entire process proves one of two things: (1) my mother is extraordinarily lazy, or (2) mind-numbingly simple. Knowing that she's an educator (at a public school in the skids, granted), I'll opt for door number one, Bob.

So to update you, I signed a lease for an office space of my very own. It will be the Law Office of ME!!!!! I'm really excited.

Rather than make my first post in a month really long and tedious, we'll just leave it at the lease for now and get back on track in the coming days.

I missed you!