Zappos to the Rescue

I tried so hard to write yesterday, but I wound up sick most of the day. Hey, it happens! I have cancer, remember.

But if I had been able to write, here's what I would've written:

I was IMing a good friend on FB last night (Tuesday), discussing my diagnosis. She wanted to know if I was happy with doctors. "All but one," I confided.

"Why don't you like him?" she quizzed.

"He is dismissive and told me that my breast cancer is not an emergency. A gun shot wound is an emergency."

"Does he know who he's dealing with? Does he know you're from Texas?" she asked.

"Not yet, but he will when I get rid of him!" I snapped.

Truth was, I hadn't quite figured out how to do that. Jeff and I had discussed it, but weren't sure how to find the right doctor.

Then I thought - Zappos.
Ladies, we all know about Zappos!
You review a slew of shoes online, in your size, desired color and style. Then you typically order several pairs that might work. Once the shoes arrive, you pick the ones you want, and return the ones you don't. Although every shoe you ordered might meet the criteria, not all shoes will be a good fit.

It's the same with doctors. My "assigned" doctor might have been qualified, but he wasn't a good fit.
Sooooo...
I did what any self-respected lady Texan would do: I pulled out my concealed weapon and fired a warning shot.

I'm kidding of course, I simply found another doctor, who was a better fit.