being sick. As if the Guy's being away wasn't enough, I had to go fall ill to remind me exactly how much I miss him being around. And I took myself to the doctor yesterday, for the first time in my life (that is, I've been to see doctors before, only never alone), after some gentle nudging from the Guy. And Cee Kay, too, was kind enough to urge me. (See? I did go!)
On a tangential note, why is it so difficult for someone as educated as a doctor to understand the concept of "Ms"? When she wrote down my name, she asked, "Miss or Mrs.?" I said, "Ms."- of course - and she still wrote down "Miss". I tried to correct her by saying I am married, but she thought I was saying I'm not. I had already spent over half an hour in the waiting room and was dizzy so I decided not to argue the point.
Until later, that is, when she started asking questions about my sex life. Then I explained to her again that I am married. And once she understood, of course, she immediately changed the "Miss" in her notebook to "Mrs".