I Don't Wanna!
You guys. I think I need to go to a doctor.
If you can imagine the saddest, most depressed, scaredy nervous face possible, that's what my face looks like right now.
Because I am completely and utterly afraid of doctors. Scratch that. Of all medical personnel.
Now, I wouldn't say I have a debilitating phobia, (yet!) but I reeeally do not like it.
Sadly, I guess that's part of being a grown-up huh? ....*clings to some mother's ankles sobbing with big fat baby tears* Someone else go for me! Also, someone else make this weirdness going on with me stop too!
I'm so stressed. I feel like I can't get out from under this stoopid dark cloud that is hell-bent on following me around. Also, I hate food. It's become a chore. (I feel like I might be hypo/hyperglycemic. Eating the once or twice a day due to budget restraints has apparently finally taken its toll on my blood.) (or so i think. i'm not a doctor. but man, can i self diagnose! and then let my imagination run away.)
Some of you may say, "Now Nom, it's just a doctor visit." Well to that I say, "But what if they find something bad?" You might reply, "I'm sure they won't. It could be all sorts of easily treatable things." Then I would say, "But...but what if it's something baaad??" You: "Well then it's good to find out now and take care of it, isn't it?" Me: "But..they might poke me! And...what if it's something bad! You: *glare*
Because what if?? And then, maybe not. But. I just. You guys. Now I need a paper bag to breathe into. Geezus.
I just want someone to take care of me, okay?? That's not too much to ask right? (in the background, you: "that's what a doctor kind of does.") (me, politely, "shuttup already!")
If you pray, or are inclined to send happy thoughts, i really need them because i'm about to buckle under worry and stress and goddamniticanttakethisanymore. :(
*exhale*
apologies to all.
If you can imagine the saddest, most depressed, scaredy nervous face possible, that's what my face looks like right now.
Because I am completely and utterly afraid of doctors. Scratch that. Of all medical personnel.
Now, I wouldn't say I have a debilitating phobia, (yet!) but I reeeally do not like it.
Sadly, I guess that's part of being a grown-up huh? ....*clings to some mother's ankles sobbing with big fat baby tears* Someone else go for me! Also, someone else make this weirdness going on with me stop too!
I'm so stressed. I feel like I can't get out from under this stoopid dark cloud that is hell-bent on following me around. Also, I hate food. It's become a chore. (I feel like I might be hypo/hyperglycemic. Eating the once or twice a day due to budget restraints has apparently finally taken its toll on my blood.) (or so i think. i'm not a doctor. but man, can i self diagnose! and then let my imagination run away.)
Some of you may say, "Now Nom, it's just a doctor visit." Well to that I say, "But what if they find something bad?" You might reply, "I'm sure they won't. It could be all sorts of easily treatable things." Then I would say, "But...but what if it's something baaad??" You: "Well then it's good to find out now and take care of it, isn't it?" Me: "But..they might poke me! And...what if it's something bad! You: *glare*
Because what if?? And then, maybe not. But. I just. You guys. Now I need a paper bag to breathe into. Geezus.
I just want someone to take care of me, okay?? That's not too much to ask right? (in the background, you: "that's what a doctor kind of does.") (me, politely, "shuttup already!")
If you pray, or are inclined to send happy thoughts, i really need them because i'm about to buckle under worry and stress and goddamniticanttakethisanymore. :(
*exhale*
apologies to all.