Today, working out of the house, the doorbell rang. I thought Amy, the dog walker, had forgotten her key, so I answered it. (One thing I don't like about this house: frosted windows in the front and in the door, no peephole. Can't see anything). And I learn door-to-door salesmen do still exist. He asks me if I was "the lady of the house." I'm standing there, arms full of two squirming dogs, dressed in USC sweats, and that's the tack he takes. Told him I was working and no he couldn't come back later. I find it rather amusing. Bless your heart, Fort Mill.

So tomorrow is going to suck. Can't think of a positive spin to put on it. I have to drive to middle of fucking nowhere Chester County for traffic court at 2. When I called, they said I could talk to the officer who issued the ticket before court. He told me in the hospital we could talk, see if I remembered what happened.

Well, I don't remember what happened. And you, Mr. State Trooper, haven't a clue. You tried to tell my dad I hit a deer. I don't know how you can give me a ticket when no one's sure what happened, and I'm the only one who got hurt.

I don't think he'll respond to tears. So I'm going for a skirt- hey in addition to showing off my legs, it's going to be 80- and heels. Plus ration- I don't remember what happened, you didn't see, it's possible I hit another car, it's also possible someone tried to merge and hit *me*, shouldn't you err on the side of me being innocent? Best I've got.

Hopefully he'll drop it and I won't have to go before the judge. I have to be back in Charlotte at 4 for an appointment with Dr. Taylor. Thoughts on that right now:

I wish she would call me by name. She doesn't really call me anything. I got her assistant calling me Nettie (not Lynnette) by the second time. Beverly uses my name. I don't know that Dr. Birdsong did, in her office anyway. Shannon and I don't usually call each other by name. It just...weirds me out that Dr. Taylor doesn't use my name.

Other than that, hoping for an ordinary doctor's visit. Need to tell her that I'm going back to Beverly to have her handle the IC. And really need to express that my body can't keep doing this infection cycle, and does she have any ideas? And hope I'm not nervous...