Anti-doctor

 I can't believe the doctor is anti-doctor.  Every month, I ask her to call the doctor, and every month, she tells me she's gonna wait a few days.  I'm gonna keep track of how many times I ask her.  I worry because if she's ignoring me now, then I'm in serious trouble when we're elderly.

Why do you have to talk to me like I'm a fucking idiot when you state "there's no cure for the common cold?" Why do you feel the desire to belittle me?  When did you lose respect for me as your husband?  You said, "please trust that I know what to do with my body," like I'm some misogynist.  When did you arrive at this misperception that I'm some neanderthal whom doesn't respect a woman's choice over her body?  I adore you, and I believe in equity in a relationship, but it hurts that you see me like I'm some jerk who's catcalling and grabbing asses.

I'm annoyed because you don't listen to me, you don't respect me as your partner, and you insult me when I look out for you.

Anxiety

 I need quiet.  Stillness.  I don't want to take the pills.  Maybe the naps are my way of reclaiming my peace.

I understand I have nothing to worry about.  But at the same time, I can't help it.  

I worry about finding the karate class that takes 3 year olds.  I worry about setting Jenny and Phil on the right path.  I worry about being the best supportive partner for Annie.  I worry about finding tranquility at work.  I worry about not worrying myself to death.

I've gotta find an outlet.  The bike helps.