Love Doctor

I went to my psychiatrist today. She was very proud of me. I thought she was going to burst and I thought I was going to burst with joy for doing these things for me, not anyone else. I went to the doctor, had a physical and got my diabetes checked. I went to credit counseling. I was sad about Andrew, but not so heart broken that I ceased to function. My apartment is clean. I had a girls' weekend, including shopping, swimming, and giggling while talking about boys. I am learning how to check my mail more frequently. And...

Background. I told a co-worker, I shall call him Bob, that I liked Dr. Nordic God and thought he was cute. The other day Bob ran into Dr. Nordic God and told him that there is a girl who likes him. Dr. NG asked if the girl was cute; Bob said yes. Dr. NG asked who it was but Bob said the girl is quite bashful and did not want her identity revealed. After Bob repeated this conversation to me, I took matters into my own hands and emailed Dr. NG myself. I have not received a reply yet and it appears that my message to Dr. NG remains unopened. Quite nerve wracking.

I hope there is some sort of reply even if it is rejection. My psychiatrist guessed who I was talking about when I mentioned Dr. NG's first name. She said she knew him before he was a doctor and was in pharmacy school. She said he is so very nice. This is all I have heard about Dr. NG. That he is exceptionally nice. I question why he is single.

Other news, Andrew called me today. I thought he wanted to talk to me. I thought maybe he was reaching out for the first time, rather than me reaching for him. I was mistaken. He wanted something. I am realizing that he only calls when he wants something. That even when we were together he usually only called when he wanted something. I was wrong to mistake his needing me as love when it was merely a way to get his way.

Also, I bought jean shorts. I like them. They make me feel fun. I also purchased some palazo (sp) pants. They are so comfy and I got a cute shirt. But then coup de gras of it all is the picture frame I purchased. It has six openings and they are all connected- basically it looks like six pictures frames were connected with pieces of wood, but in the end is much cooler than that. I love Gordman's.