More of a vent, but I have to wonder how many people I'm going to have to deal with in the mold of my father. I've already dealt with two. Both felt slighted for no reason, and so both decided I needed to be brought down a peg or two. How, you ask? Through the time honored tradition of grown men engaging in Mean Girls-style passive-aggressive sniping. What was hilarious (to me, at least) was how angry these people looked when I didn't rise to take the bait. It's typically not effective bullying if I'm trying my hardest not to laugh!

Tomorrow morning is, hopefully, my last follow-up regarding the back surgery. I get that done and it's on to the next medical catastrophe. Certainly feels the part.