I got the Non-Antidepressant Sleeping Pill, but only after pushing back at least 4 times while she lied to me about it not being an antidepressant. Finally had to do a little rant about how I have no problem with antidepressants as an idea, I'm just so tired of mouth sores and hallucinations. I'd love to take an antidepressant, but I'm allergic to them all and I'm SO TIRED of reacting every time. Also got close to crying. Then she pretended she HADN'T been pushing an antidepressant on me and offered a "not even in the same family" alternative.

Got the appointment for a new IUD, with bonus unexpected Pelvic X-Rayᵀᴹ, but only after she realized that pressuring me to see her male doctor friend after I said he made me uncomfortable was ... against literally dozens of signs tacked up on walls around the building. I mostly dislike him because he scoffed at me and told me the procedure didn't hurt WHILE I was cramping and bleeding from the metal wires he'd just stabbed into my internal organ. But he did also give off icky vibes, which I've never had from a doctor touching my genitals before. Now my appointment is with a female gynecologist!

(The pelvic x-ray is because it has been FOUR years and one month, not 5 years, since I got the IUD, and I should NOT be bleeding right now. Which is ... interesting, since I've been bleeding for an entire month.)

But, she was GREAT about giving me my beloved yeast-killing acid! Was worried she wouldn't want me reliant on the stuff, but apparently it is "all natural" and she's fine with me using it whenever it helps. Boric acid! It's great!

She has learned how to open the door if it isn't fully closed. If she can get one claw in there, she can open the door.

She knows that the upstairs bathroom is where humans poop.

She knows she isn't supposed to poop there, though.

But she didn't have a better solution when she couldn't wake up any people, bc Daddy was asleep in the basement and Mommy and Eema and Cat were all sleeping behind doors she couldn't open.

All of which is to say that I got up to pee a little bit ago and found an Extremely Sorry Dog hunched on the 2nd to top stair, eyes wide, ears back, waiting to Tell A Human that she was So, So, Very, Extremely Sorry. No dog has ever been more Sorry than Mila.

Couldn't even be mad. She knew.