So I did the thing on Friday.  I have been advised not to discuss it in detail etc.  Which isn't really a problem - i don't talk about it in the first place.  But I will mention one thing: the defense entered 138 printed pages of my blog into evidence.  Never did I think that someone would try to use my own words against me.  Anyone that actually reads this bog knows what it is - it's me being silly and just saying whats on my mind.  It's in the subtitle of my page, "MAD RAMBLINGS. . . " Anyone that knows me knows I don't hate men, I don't think they are pigs, and I don't think doctors are stupid.  My best friend is going to school right now to be a dr, I wanted to be a doctor from the 8th grade until I had to drop Chemistry I during my freshman year of college.  People also know that my blog isn't serious.  I'm not reporting the news here - it's an extension of my personality.  I'm light hearted and a little bit funny and silly.  But after having my blog combed through and nitpicked in this manner, I feel like I should have my name on the presidential ballot.  It almost feels like being violated as I was testifying about being violated.

So i'm gonna write up a post and I'll save it.  I'm going to write up all of my irritations about everything.  And I am going to save it.  I will save it until I get that call (or email) from the attorney working for the State Medical Board of Ohio saying that the board made a decision and it's over.  And then i will post it.  It may be months from now but I'll eventually post it.  Any anxiety that I had about having to discuss the event in gross detail was all lost when the defense asked me, "Have you ever described your husband as a trained killer?"  

I better stop here cause the frustration and the irritation is coming back to me.  I HATE it when people take my words and twist them and think that I am stupid enough to not see what they are doing. 

On the upside - I'm finished!  I never have to talk about it again.  I never have to see the (insert appropriate adjective here) doctor again.  I never wanted to see him again, and seeing him sit there next to me playing on his blackberry with his smug little face . . . I better just save it.