May 8, 2002
This hospital is the worst. It's all gray and wheel chair-y. I was early so I went to the bathroom and uh oh, someone was in there. After being yelled at (um, lock the door the next time), some loony old woman started cursing at me. I decided to stand at the entrance to wait for Doug after that. All this was too ominous. New doctor. Same old waiting room (complete with screaming child). I had come to expect the worst, but get this. I'm in remission from this eye disease. Why am I always more surprised by good news?