Needles

So I went to the doctor today! Yaaaaay...

No. Just no.

I hate going to the doctor with a passion, because every time I try to explain what's wrong, she just barrels right on through me and there's no point in talking because she doesn't listen! She thinks what she had to say (which I've always already heard) is so much more important than what I'm trying to tell her! Which is what's actually wrong! But no. She focuses on what I told her six months ago. Or was it eight? Nine?

It's been ten months now that I've been dealing with this crap... Six months since it got bad... Four months since it got better... Two months since it was good. A month since it went back downhill.

She sent me to the labs to get some tests done on my blood. Iron, aluminium, ABT, and a bunch of other crap that I didn't bother to linger too long on. Four tubes of blood. Or was it five? I hate needles. My arm's cold now. Mom took me to the Noodle Box after, though, so I've got a rare full stomach and the weakness that usually comes after a blood test is absent. Still kind of spacey, but it's better. My stomach hurts from eating. Usually Noodle Box is fine... I've gotten worse rapidly.

At the end of the month I'm going to see a new doctor. A cardio specialist. I'm convinced that all family doctors are idiots and about thirty percent of specialists are, as well. Hopefully he falls in the majority.

Not much else is going on... I miss Rain and I'm annoyed with how easily he gets jealous over someone or something and how he thinks so little of himself, it seems. He shouldn't feel that way, honestly, but he's damned stubborn. I'll put my foot down eventually, but I understand that he's got stuff going on and it's hard. I'm glad I know how to have patience and can empathize, even if he thinks otherwise.

Yes, Rain, I know you'll read this. Even if I am sheltered, I can empathize.

Personally, I hate sympathy. Just throwing that out there. Don't try to sympathize with me, because it's the same as pity, which I can't stand. If you can't put yourself in my shoes, don't even try to pretend like you can relate.

Let's see... Frivolous things... My calendar was annoying me, so now it's on the June picture. April and May are ugly as hell, and I really want it to be summer, so June it is.

Well... I'm gonna Tumble, browse Gaia, and listen to The Zone.

'Till next time.