Showing posts with label Washington Post. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Washington Post. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

WaPo Twits: DO DA DOO!

Who knew that a venerable old war horse like The Washington Post had both a sense of humor and their finger on the pulse on the zeitgeist?

Monday, January 19, 2009

T-minus 1 Day: A View from the City

I am, as we speak, sitting in the Wilmington (NC) airport trying to make my way home.  But fear not, Jezebel is on the job, documenting the goings on in my fair city.

(Washington) Mall Rats: Raquel Welch, Fringe Fashions & The Obama Economy

And because it cannot be said often enough ... Visitors,



Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Hidden hurt, or count your blessings

I spent 90 minutes today trying to make a doctor's appointment. I have a lady doctor, but it's been at least 5 years since I've had a regular GP. I was hoping to find someone close to home. My boss recommended his doctor's practice, but they're *whine* all the way in Capitol Hill. I don't want to go to Capitol Hill when I'm sick *end whine*.

Unfortunately, Georgetown isn't taking new patients. None of the other university hospitals are either. Or they don't take my insurance. Or I couldn't get an appointment before May. I found one doctor who could see me in February, but on reflection, the requirement to send her a check for 25 bucks to hold my appointment seemed a little sketchy.

30 seconds after bitching about my no-good-very-bad situation on Facebook, the wondrous Kate came to my rescue. 10 minutes later I had a new doctor who could see me on January 5, and is 2 blocks from work. She's in the medical district. Its one street over from the hammock district.

In addition to my lady doctor, I'm also established with a dentist, an optometrist, and a dermatologist. Who are all 2 blocks from work. And I have insurance to pay for them. And a job that provides me with generous medical leave and a boss who doesn't begrudge me popping out for a few hours in the middle of the work day.

All of which is to remind myself that I am extrodinarily lucky, and had no business bitching. Because it could be a whole lot worse.









credit: Michael Williamson - The Washington Post (all)