Else what's a heaven for?

You're not going to believe this, but I called my incompetent GP and got a referral, which was for a general surgeon whose office is near my apt. And got an appt for Weds, hurrah.

I wish I knew why I was so resistant to calling the orthopedic surgeon the PT god suggested. I feel like I'm wasting his heap-big time with my itty-bitty shoulder issue. I mean, the dude who went to med school 50 years ago says it's a fat deposit, the anatomy dork who listens to me bitch about it in exquisite detail (and yet keeps listening bc he's a masochist) says it's a really awful case of bursitis. I figure the general surgeon can handle either, hm? (My sister thinks I should see an oncological something or other, but then there's a reason she's not the person I want making my medical decisions and I've told everyone in my family so.)

I had some cutting remark about the fellow I've been chatting up on OkCupid, but I can't remember it and I'm late for Crossfit. Time to see if some power cleans will make my shoulder feel better.

Edit: why is it always the fugliest guys who are the most looksist?

Edit2: The instructor was kawaii with his flummoxed expression at my complete inability to grok the hang clean, but ultimately I'm unconvinced today made me stronger. There'll be a poll question about this soon, oh yes.