Anniversaries, Anniversaries, Anniversaries

I returned to the doctor today to follow up on my stress fracture, even though I had already taken it upon myself to stop wearing the boot a week earlier (I had decided that we were truly forming a co-dependent relationship and the stress of having to make it feel constantly useful had finally drained my energies enough that I had to call it quits for good . . .)

The x-ray showed the bones have healed, but we haven't reached the end of the road yet . . . Dr. W told me it will take another month for the swelling to completely go down.  So, with that in mind, he suggested we re-schedule surgery for mid-November.  Yeah, I looked at him like he was completely crazy--having surgery now would mean that I would be in a cast for both Thanksgiving and Christmas, without the ability to travel at all.  Luckily, I talked him out of doing anything until the new year.

I was about to leave when I realized that it's been a full year since we began this whole process with my first appointment . . . I absolutely adore Dr. W and feel so fortunate to have found him.  And what came next is a perfect example of why:

I said, "Do you realize that we've been together for a whole year now?"

The mad scientist immediately shot back, "Oh, I didn't get you anything."

"It's OK, I didn't get you anything either.  In fact, all I really want to do is divorce you already, but we still have this asset division that we have to figure out."

"Well, if you'll just stay with me for another 6 months, I promise it will be worth it."