The aesthislogist called tonight. At right at 8:00 pm — bet I was his first call, since I’m his first patient.
It was good, because I had just gotten in from the gym. He made me feel better, because I told him that, and he asked if the hands had bothered me. … and yeah they do, and that’s probably part of why working out sucks so much.
But back on topic. Here’s a really nice sounding guy on the phone, working on Friday night at 8:00 pm and has to work on me at 7:30 am. Sounds like really sucky hours.
I left the real world for teaching partly because of sucky hours. Okay, i left the real world first, then went into teaching, but it was over really sucky hours.
My mom made the comment that he was probably rich. I bet not, I bet most of his money goes straight to the insurance companies, as I bet that those guys get hit the worse on claims.
Of course, the hand guy is probably right behind him, I suspect any nerve operation, is right up there on the claim wagon too.
Yeah, I’m a bit scared and nervous and want this thing over!