Oh, the phone. The d@#* phone. I had some really intense prodromal labor over the past weekend, and it caused me to *gasp* change my work schedule. I was supposed to be seeing patients through this afternoon, but I decided to lighten the week and just do half days Monday and Tuesday. It's hard to stand on my feet adjusting people for 5 hors straight! Anyway, since all my family members knew I was making this change, they're all calling daily to "see how I'm feeling". Not to see if I'm in labor, of course, just to see how I'm feeling. And my mom, who calls at 8:00 am to see if I'm getting any rest. Well, I might, if the d@#* phone would stop ringing for 2 minutes!
OK, I think I'm done. Thank you.
OK, I think I'm done. Thank you.







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