May 10, 2002
There's nothing like writing a nasty letter. I can be patient but when that sentiment runs out, get me away from writing implements. This week's crisis has to do with the fact that none of the three doctors that are supposedly working together (Team Pemphigoid) have bothered to return my calls. Gee. It's only my eyesight that we're talking about. Sure. Take your time. So I started a ferocious email that I read out loud to Doug. "Maybe you want to tone it down a little," he said. Oh, of course. It's not like I was going to send it.