Nancy: The B— is Back .. Not the Elton John Song

I texted John yesterday afternoon that said, “I am such a b—–!”

His response ……  ‘What did you do?”

First of all, I don’t think I really was a b——, but I felt guilty and somebody probably thought I was because I politely expressed my displeasure at waiting 15-20 minutes to see my physical therapist. I actually expect to wait 5-10 minutes for any doctor’s appointment, but the last three times I’ve showed up for physical therapy, I’ve had to wait 15-20 minutes. I find that to be unacceptable. I’m coming to therapy on my lunch break, so I don’t have a whole lot of time to waste.

To be honest, I also can’t NOT speak up these days. I am in a  phase in my life that I would rather communicate how I’m feeling than remain angry and let it fester. And, if they don’t know there’s a problem than how can they fix it?

Look, I’m not trying to be rude and I try to watch my tone so it doesn’t sound b——.  I asked the receptionist what I could do in the future to make sure I didn’t have to wait that long. Should I call the office to make sure everything is running on time? Should I show up a few minutes late?

Anyway, I don’t think I was impolite, but I’m sure someone did. If it was you, I apologize.



Nancy: Never Miss Your Flight Again John: Go Out And Play… Nancy: I’m pathetic but consistent John: The Other Half… John: Let’s Play… Nancy: What “old” show would you like to see “NEW’ again?