This is something you've probably never thought about, but every draft I've written and abandoned on this blog shows up on my post counter. I don't think you guys get to see one, but I do, every time I log in. I just went through the archives and deleted every one of these drafts. The actual number of published posts on this blog is 286. Not completely positive on the number before I cleaned up, but I'm going to say it was something between 300 and 305. So that's maybe 15 to 20 drafts.
They all seemed to take one of two themes. They were either only one or two sentences long, and the first couple sentences that would start the following post, usually fairly closely spaced in time from one another. These came about from me being distracted in the early stages of writing an entry, and when I came back, found that it would be quicker or more convenient to just start from scratch instead of looking for the draft so I could edit it.
The other main type I found was when I'd been upset about something, oftentimes on topics that I, as a policy, don't publish. They're of me venting into the draft, having a second thought, deciding to put it off a bit and judge after I've cooled down, and then after I'd cooled down I would always decide to play it safe and not publish it.
Kind of a depressing read, actually. I hadn't realized that I'd gathered a number of those.
Today, I went to see that specialist for my appointment concerning the potential African parasite. I'd waited over a month to see this guy, and he cancelled at the last moment. Like, literally, the nurse was apparently informed that he wouldn't see me within ten minutes of my appointment. I was in the waiting room when it happened. Now they want to reschedule, for April 15th!
To be fair, it sounded like a pretty legitimate family emergency. They went so far as to tell me that his wife had just been in a car accident. In my head, I still tried to make him sound at fault "Yeah, well, HE wasn't in a car accident, now was he?" but honestly, I can't imagine myself prioritizing my workaday life over the sudden news that my wife was in a car crash. Especially when all he was preparing to say was that everything was fine.
It's pretty annoying, though. This Cutaneous Leishmaneasis thing would have gotten into my system well before today. It's easily curable with antibiotics if caught in the early stages, and I was supposed to get it seen as soon as possible. Let me tell you, it's not in the early stages anymore.
That being said, it's almost gone, now. It stopped multiplying, and I only have a few red spots where the old ones used to be. I wish they could have at least told me how the skin sample test came out. I don't know why I need to have some formal meeting for that. Just leave me a paper at the front desk, or tell me over the phone, or send me an email. It would be better than nothing.
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