I've lost all hope...

Okay, so I have totally lost all hope in the medical profession. Why is it absolutely necessary for doctors to think that because you are on anti-depressants you are PSYCHO, and therefore not medically sick, but emotionally sick? I refuse to go to the doctor, like, EVER again. Let me break this down for ya'll... So, I went to the gyno, which is like the WORST experience EVER... I mean, who wants cold, metal, speculum rapers in their vag? NOT ME! So, anyway... I sucked up all my mental health, which is like -17%, and went. I mean, I have like super-de-duper bad endometriosis and have felt like my insides have been ripped out by a dull ice cream scoop... no biggie. So I go in to the doc with my super sweaty hands and muster the courage to look him in the face and tell him all about my pain and that birth control DOESN'T work and that I want other options. So, said speculum man tells me that the only option is birth control... And I was like, hey I had a surgery once that helped like a ton! And it is like, totally safe and I went back to work the next day... And he got all wacky and was like, OH hell no, you have to try birth control again... and I was like, hey shiz head... NO! And so he was like, Do you have a history of abuse....... and I was like WTF? But finally told him that yes... I do have a history... So he tells me that my "pelvic pain" is a symptom of my past and therefore I need therapy. So, I was like... um... I have endometriosis... So do something... and he said, no birth control... no help. Nice to meet you. And there was NO pelvic exam....... Which, trust me...... I wasn't SO sad about... BUT, I was like... Um, WTF do I pay you for???
It isn't just the gyno... trust me... All doctors are this way. So, basically, I am going to stop all medications, and stop seeing doctors, and stop being crazy, and stop being unhealthy.

So, WHATEV... I am NEVER, EVER, EVER, going to the doc again....... Apparently I am just not stable enough... and all my physical pain is a symptom of my crazies...

On a good note... Unicycling is now a sport. I don't know how to unicycle, but if I did, I would DEF go the olympics... or whatever competition they show off their skills in.

Gas prices, vet bills, Matthew Gray Gubler.......

Okay, so this blog thing has been way harder than I expected. I have tons of stuff I want to write about... and yet I am to L too the AZY to do so! Anywhozies. Let me break this down for ya'll...

1. Gas prices: Like WTF? It was like 4.00 Dizollars/gallon! But today I went to the doc (which is another subject) and as I drove by Maverick gas was totally like $2.25/gallon! When did this happen? Hoo rah! So, I'm forshiz happy about it! (P.S. It is like 2.15 now!)

2. Vet bills: Okay, I'll try to make this long story short! So, you know how 4 months ago my kitty Roxie died from a weird-o kidney disease? I was like totally, crazy sad and all. So, my kitty Gracie was like my love after that. Well, 2 weeks ago Gracie started getting sicky... So we took her to the vet and they did blood tests and all. So anyhow, they found out her kidneys were failing, and she died the next day. AHHHH. I wanted to bawl like a baby! (but of course crying is totally not my thing). So, I was left alone with my dog Princess (who is pretty much the raddest dog ever!) My mom was S to the AD like crazy, so she and I decided to get 2 more kittens from my mom's friend. So, we did... and they are super-de-duper cute! But, the little orange one (Charley) was sick-o... and I was like oh-hell-no! BUT, I couldn't bear to let her go back to the cold. So, I took him to the vet. He had like a bizillion worms (as well as Chester). So, they neutered them and all that jazz, and Charley was STILL a sick little kitty. So, he had to stay at the vet for a few days, and when he came home he was still sick. Whatev! So, anyway, after lots of nasty medicine, he is finally better... So, now I owe the vet like 9 trillion-billion-gazillion dollars! But all my babies are healthy now... so that's good.

3. Matthew Gray Gubler: Okay, so I am so super obsessed with this guy! I honestly ♥ him with all the love-ness I have! I should not be infatuated with a TV character! Honestly, I like his character Spencer Reed on Criminal Minds better than I like the actual star. I am pretty much a wack!



4. I signed up for ESPANOL! Like... WTF? I'm not so good at the foreign language thing... but it's fun anway. I only missed 1 on my first test (which threw my OCD craziness into the light...Causing me SUPER-STRESS) but whatev. So, ?Como Esta Usted? I'll keep you updated on my foreign language awesome-ness!

5. A few days ago I wake up and I am like almost totally blind in my right eye... AHHH... So, I go on with my day and it eventually goes away. Then, later in the day my right eye goes all F to the UZZY and my LEFT eye gets the same FUZZ! I was like totally blind!! I freaked OUT! So my mom took me to the eye doctor STAT! They dilated my eyes to make sure my retinas were still attached... THEY WERE! WHEW.... Apparently it was an Ocular Migraine. A migraine without pain that made me temporarily blind. Work was pretty much impossible, but I still tried!

6. Therapy................................................................. SUCKS............................................................ and I'm pretty much done with it. I am NO good at the whole "open up and tell me how you feel" thing. Honestly, I am like, "um... I don't know what the H.E.L.L. is wrong with me." So, I basically just want to Q...U...I...T! But how do you do that without your 'T' thinkin' you are like sui...ci...dal...???? Whatev... Healing is pretty much LAME-A-ZOID!!!

7. Weight Watchers fudge bars have saved my sanity! (for the most part)



TO BE CONTINUED...
Adios!