the frustrations of my life.
So this hip thing is getting outrageous. Honestly, I was doing really good at keeping it quiet until I started limping. Then of course my parents have to get involved. A little background: At school there's this hill we all walk down to get to the dorms. One rainy night I wiped out, and I think that is what started this injury. Insert a month later, I can't walk normally. I've been resting for a week. It's been killing me not being able to run, bike, walk, ANYTHING.
Last week, I called the doctor's office to schedule an appointment. The dr I wanted was not in that week, but there was Dr. Quake available. According to my dad "Quake is a Quack" and taking his advice, I cancelled the appointment. So a week later (today) we call again. In addition to all this, I have a fever, cough, stuffy nose, and headachey thing so my mom took off work so I could sleep in and she could call the dr office at 8 am before she goes to the gym. She calls and leaves a voicemail, but we do not hear back from them at 930, so she calls again. She is put on hold for 20 minutes. All the while she is freaking out. "You should have just taken the appointment with Quake! Why didn't you go to the infirmary at school?!" You know, because I ABSOLUTELY LOVE PAIN AND WISH TO EXPERIENCE IT AS LONG AS POSSIBLE, MOTHER.
I'm just in a lot of pain, and it's of course all my fault. I tend to ignore things, I know, but I told my mother she didn't need to take off from work. I've gone to the doctor's alone before, I'll do it again. I don't care. But her martyrdom takes over and now she's the poor mother taking care of her sick and stubborn child. Now I just want to cry, but God forbid I do that because I brought all this on myself...
Last week, I called the doctor's office to schedule an appointment. The dr I wanted was not in that week, but there was Dr. Quake available. According to my dad "Quake is a Quack" and taking his advice, I cancelled the appointment. So a week later (today) we call again. In addition to all this, I have a fever, cough, stuffy nose, and headachey thing so my mom took off work so I could sleep in and she could call the dr office at 8 am before she goes to the gym. She calls and leaves a voicemail, but we do not hear back from them at 930, so she calls again. She is put on hold for 20 minutes. All the while she is freaking out. "You should have just taken the appointment with Quake! Why didn't you go to the infirmary at school?!" You know, because I ABSOLUTELY LOVE PAIN AND WISH TO EXPERIENCE IT AS LONG AS POSSIBLE, MOTHER.
I'm just in a lot of pain, and it's of course all my fault. I tend to ignore things, I know, but I told my mother she didn't need to take off from work. I've gone to the doctor's alone before, I'll do it again. I don't care. But her martyrdom takes over and now she's the poor mother taking care of her sick and stubborn child. Now I just want to cry, but God forbid I do that because I brought all this on myself...