doctors disgust me.

on monday i stupidly screwed up my knee after what dad would call "rough-housing" with ian. errol took care of me and made me to go to the emergency room. it wasn't that bad--i made friends with the man who x-rayed me (more evidence for buttless's theory btw), and we left good old tempe st. lukes fewer than two hours later. they gave me a hideously ugly knee brace and advice to see someone else soon.

BUT

soon is relative. it's impossible to see an orthopedic in this town. the next available appointment is october 12! october 12! i miss good sam.