Mandarin Dynasty!
Jul. 29th, 2008 07:38 amMonday - Got up at 9, which at least isn't 11. Didn't get much of anything done during the day. Updated my LJ from the weekend, etc. My mum called, and I talked to her briefly. I also jumped through the hoops to get an appointment at the Owen's clinic. Aug. 11th. There was talk of going up to LA to visit April on Tuesday, since she was there on business, but nothing ended up happening with that. I debated hooking up during the day, but thought it might be a bit soon for it, and was rewarded with sex when Ken got home. The sex was pretty rockin, if only missionary, and we came at the same time. We sat on the couches for a little while after, watching Voyager and the news. He wanted to take me out to dinner, to help make up for the weekend (silly boy - it's already gone into your Wrong File!), and wanted me to choose the place. I mentioned Mandarin Dynasty, knowing full well that he didn't care for his dish the first time he went, but that the cooking can vary from time to time. He seemed not to hear me, because he asked again a few minutes later. I re-stated MD, but also mentioned that I was okay eating anywhere he wanted to eat. We went to Mandarin Dynasty - I got my Crispy "Chicken" in Garlic Sauce, and he got Kung Pao 3 Flavors. He liked it, but didn't care for the meat. Should've gotten it veggie. I studied when we got home, iced my ankle and the like, and we went through clothes to get rid of.
Just before going to bed, Ken examined my ankle again, and was rather disturbed by it being still swollen and discolored. I mentioned that I might ask a Dr. acquaintance by the name of Mark to have a look, and we entered a lengthy, if not overly heated, discussion about him. His original point was that he didn't like the guy, though he was weird, got a bad feeling in his gut from him, etc., and that I should therefore avoid the guy at all costs. This later changed to him just advising me, not telling me what to do, and why was I getting so defensive about it. He flip-flopped back and forth for a while before we just ended the conversation.
Just before going to bed, Ken examined my ankle again, and was rather disturbed by it being still swollen and discolored. I mentioned that I might ask a Dr. acquaintance by the name of Mark to have a look, and we entered a lengthy, if not overly heated, discussion about him. His original point was that he didn't like the guy, though he was weird, got a bad feeling in his gut from him, etc., and that I should therefore avoid the guy at all costs. This later changed to him just advising me, not telling me what to do, and why was I getting so defensive about it. He flip-flopped back and forth for a while before we just ended the conversation.