This morning is my very much dreaded, yet needed Dr. appointment. I've been sitting here listening to Branch crow his head off. I'm plotting on how to sneak him to the appointment. 1 for emotional support, and 2 to have him attack if I get told 1 more time no hysterectomy before 40. Either way I know I'll be in a terrible mood when I get home. Every single time I've went there I've had to wait a minimum of 3 hours to see the Dr. She is the queen of overbooking.