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Friday, June 18

I'm a doormat for Doctors.

...or at least it seems that way.
With 90% of people there to 'treat' or 'help' me, not doing either.

I went into my appointment today PUMPED!
I was elated thinking I'd FINALLYYYY be seeing Dr. B
and have a serious, LONG OVERDUE conversation about treatment.

Well, he wasn't there of course. He never is.
He's always off delivering babies, or talking to some knocked up potato-sack.
So, of courrseeee I had to see The Wicked Witch from the West.

I've seen her before, and she's usually grumpy 
but today, the baseball bat was exceptionally far up her behind so
the SECOND she opened the door, she was miserable, defenses, SKY HIGH.

& The VERY FIRST WORDS out of her wrinkled old mean mouth were:
"That's not MY problem"
while she refused to even help answer a single question I asked..
instead, she snapped back with 
"I'm not qualified for that" or "I don't know. I can't do anything for you"

:|

WTF? 
WHAT DO YOU KNOW? WHY AM I EVEN AT THIS APPOINTMENT?!?
She just belittled me the entire time..
(mean time, I'm CRYINGGG because I'm so tired of being sick...)
She even had the ovaries to say,
"To be honest, you're not doing enough to help yourself"

You.
ARE.
JOKING?
...right??

No.

Okay.
Burn in the firey depths of Satan's living room.


This is just problem 38759375, and another stress.
ALMOST had to go to the ER this afternoon, because I was so upset I threw up!
&Here, I was thinking today would be a change.
HARDY HARRR. I'M SO FUNNY.
I should know better by know, but my positive outlook blinds the reality..
 *sigh*


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Friday, June 18

I'm a doormat for Doctors.

...or at least it seems that way.
With 90% of people there to 'treat' or 'help' me, not doing either.

I went into my appointment today PUMPED!
I was elated thinking I'd FINALLYYYY be seeing Dr. B
and have a serious, LONG OVERDUE conversation about treatment.

Well, he wasn't there of course. He never is.
He's always off delivering babies, or talking to some knocked up potato-sack.
So, of courrseeee I had to see The Wicked Witch from the West.

I've seen her before, and she's usually grumpy 
but today, the baseball bat was exceptionally far up her behind so
the SECOND she opened the door, she was miserable, defenses, SKY HIGH.

& The VERY FIRST WORDS out of her wrinkled old mean mouth were:
"That's not MY problem"
while she refused to even help answer a single question I asked..
instead, she snapped back with 
"I'm not qualified for that" or "I don't know. I can't do anything for you"

:|

WTF? 
WHAT DO YOU KNOW? WHY AM I EVEN AT THIS APPOINTMENT?!?
She just belittled me the entire time..
(mean time, I'm CRYINGGG because I'm so tired of being sick...)
She even had the ovaries to say,
"To be honest, you're not doing enough to help yourself"

You.
ARE.
JOKING?
...right??

No.

Okay.
Burn in the firey depths of Satan's living room.


This is just problem 38759375, and another stress.
ALMOST had to go to the ER this afternoon, because I was so upset I threw up!
&Here, I was thinking today would be a change.
HARDY HARRR. I'M SO FUNNY.
I should know better by know, but my positive outlook blinds the reality..
 *sigh*


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