I'm so tired....
I'm tired.. I'm tired of it all.. mother made a joke about taking me out back and shooting me.. and I think I like that idea right now.
I saw doctor Boyd.. the solution is to try another drug.. He didn't seem to listen to me or the student doctor who spent a half hour with me, very much at all.. He made comments about "sleeping and being physically active".. I was physically active and sleeping when I lost my job because the pain was so bad I couldn't fucntion... Yes.... those solutions worked just fucking fine..
He also thinks sending me to see a psyciatrist is a good solution, but I can't afford that.. if it wasn't for my mother I couldn't even afford the drugs that are suppose to help make me feel better... and I'm so tired.. I feel like I'm going to fall asleep when I stop moving.. I can't.. but I feel like it.. and I wish I would and not wake up for a few days.. maybe then I wouldn't see so shitty...
He felt the need to make a crack about me going to school and getting insurance for drugs that way.. I doubt he realized how upset that sort of thing makes me when I can't afford to go to school, even if I was qualified to go to university..
I don't drink, I don't smoke, I don't do drugs.. I try to exercise, I try to eat right, I try to get as much sleep as we're suppose to... and I spend three days a week in so much pain I can't bring my self to stand long enough to do the dishes... I'm going fucking insane..
I'm so tired...
I saw doctor Boyd.. the solution is to try another drug.. He didn't seem to listen to me or the student doctor who spent a half hour with me, very much at all.. He made comments about "sleeping and being physically active".. I was physically active and sleeping when I lost my job because the pain was so bad I couldn't fucntion... Yes.... those solutions worked just fucking fine..
He also thinks sending me to see a psyciatrist is a good solution, but I can't afford that.. if it wasn't for my mother I couldn't even afford the drugs that are suppose to help make me feel better... and I'm so tired.. I feel like I'm going to fall asleep when I stop moving.. I can't.. but I feel like it.. and I wish I would and not wake up for a few days.. maybe then I wouldn't see so shitty...
He felt the need to make a crack about me going to school and getting insurance for drugs that way.. I doubt he realized how upset that sort of thing makes me when I can't afford to go to school, even if I was qualified to go to university..
I don't drink, I don't smoke, I don't do drugs.. I try to exercise, I try to eat right, I try to get as much sleep as we're suppose to... and I spend three days a week in so much pain I can't bring my self to stand long enough to do the dishes... I'm going fucking insane..
I'm so tired...