I did something today. I stood up to a Doctor. I was feeling a bit angry with my son's Doctor. He's someone that I feel speaks down to me a lot - but I like him as a Doctor. I love the office, and the reality is that our dealings with him are very minimal.
My son has chronic ear infections. Apparently they aren't chronic enough though to speak about having tubes put into his little ears. Although I didn't discuss that with him today because I was too upset with him from the beginning of the converstaion. Anyway, when I was leaving the office, he "caught" me telling his nurse that he's losing a patient (2 really). Because he "caught" me - I told him directly that I wasn't coming back that I didn't like the way he speaks to me.
The good thing out of it is that he followed me to my car. He apologized. I honestly don't think he means to speak to people the way he does but he caught me at a weak moment. I am over-tired from being so sleep deprived with this kid that SCREAMS bloody blue all night long. I was shaking and on the verge of tears the whole time we were speaking. I'm glad that he came out to talk to me. Showed that he really does care and that he doesn't mean the tone in which he says things...and I've always known that.
What's this have to do with anything? Well, I am feeling so badly what do I do? Turn to food? Why? It's not going to make me feel better. I know it, you know it. So why do it? It's not like I binged or anything like that - just made a poor lunch choice. I have to live with it, learn from it and move on.
The challenge now is to find other outlets to deal with stress and emotions. I've learned the best way to release ill feelings is through exercise. But that seems so hard sometimes and old habits die hard. Hrm, maybe next time I'm feeling like that I should come write a blog entry! Until then, I am brushing myself off and moving on for the day. The day isn't ruined, only bruised. I'll be fine.