You know how the newspapers run corrections and apologies on page eleven of the house and garden section, of a story that ran on the first page of the news section originally? (Is that even a readable sentence?)
This is that apology.
Remember how I called my doctor, Doctor Misogynist, a few months ago, because I thought he was controlling my Ambien? Remember how I went on and on in my nasty-Louise fashion and cursed him to someplace below Hell?
It was all a mistake. A clerical error. "You should call Laura if that happens again," he said.
My heartfelt apologies to my doctor, who I chose because he has astounding critical acumen and went to Columbia Medical School and is so thorough. A linear thinker.
We have so little in common. Still, would I want myself as my doctor?
This is not much of an apology. It's good it will run on page eleven.