Self pity is a dangerous thing

For almost 3 weeks, I've been waiting to see a gynecologyst who, hopefully, can remove an ovarian cyst which has been bothering me last six months. Did you know there is usually 4-6 weeks to see a gynecologist in our little town of Bellingham, WA? When I heard that, I felt like packing up and moving back to Boston. Maybe there is a similar wait in the Boston area, but then I think I have more than two phone numbers to call to find out how long the wait is going to be. Yes, my primary care physician gave me only two phone numbers to call. Those were the ones who were within my health insurance in this area. Anyway, I was sick feeling feverish and nausiated last night like many times in the past 30 days or so. My husband called around 8PM to remind me that he won't be home until almost 11PM because of his Judo practice. I was lying on a sofa with Kumo and was feeling really sorry for myself. I know self pity is a very dangerous thing. And it was a very dangerous thing last night indeed. I came across Amazon.com while surfing online mindlessly. I was looking at some nutrition books (nutrition is one of my new found interest) and somehow ended up looking at iPod Touch. Next thing I knew (I swear) I was ordering iPod Touch. Self pity got to my weakness of loving small electronic gadgets. But, I blame for the gynecologist who is making me wait to see her for such a long time. But, there is good news. I am seeing her on Thursday! I think I can control my little self pity for 48 hours!