I hate this
Yesterday was bad. Really bad.
I was at the dermatologist in the afternoon. I was there for an hour and a half. I waited for probably an hour and ten minutes of that time. And I didn’t even get a doctor.. I got a Physician’s assistant. So then I had to wait for the doctor to come see me because I was a new patient. That dermatologist was a jackass. That place is exactly why I don’t go to doctors in Schuylkill County. So they bring this whole posse into my room and they doctor’s going on and on about how it’s so difficult to treat my skin condition. He’s rambling on about these new products on the market that he’ll try because he’s never used them before. Hello?! Why not try something that WORKS? Not something that’s new. Idiot. And the entire time, he’s not talking to me about MY condition, he’s talking to everyone else in the room. So they give me this whole little routine I have to follow night and day with lotions and prescriptions. This little “routine” better work. I’m going to have to wake up like 20 minutes earlier just to do this crap. Lord.
So then we run up to Walmart to go get the prescription. They said it would be ready in 15 minutes so my mom and I just went and looked around for a little. I wanted chocolate milk reeeeally bad, so I had to walk to the complete other side of the store just to get it. Mistake. I started shaking really badly and I felt like I was going to pass out. I felt so hungry and exhausted. It was terrible. I never felt like that before. So I got the milk and the prescription and left.
We picked up Chinese food on the way home to eat. When we got home, I was so exhausted I just laid on the couch and cried. I’m so pathetic. When it was dinner, I barely ate anything because I couldn’t lift the fork to my mouth. I’m not even kidding. I went to bed at 6:30 last night.
I fully intended to go to school today. I wanted to go. I really really did. I was looking forward to taking my float into French class for Mardi Gras. But when I woke up, I felt worse than I ever did. I was so incredibly tired. It was really dark in my room when I went to turn my alarm off. I wanted to go over to my mom’s room to tell her I was too sick to go. But it was so dark that I couldn’t tell if the door was open or not. So I walked over to it and put my hand out searching for it. Instead of finding it with my hands, I walked right into it and banged my head off the door between my eyes. Ow. Bad start to the morning.
My mom called the doctor today and I went down for another Monospot blood test to find out what’s going on. By the time I got home from the Reading Hospital, there was a message on the answering machine from the pediatric center. My mom called and left a message over there. They called back. The results are negative once again. Like I expected. So they're continuing with the "virus" idea and insist that I drink lots of fluids and sleep. Lovely.
And you know what really cracks me up? The fact that people who I’m barely friends with are more concerned about me then my good friends. I guess that’s a really good sign I need better friends who care about me. And when I say something, they’re so good at coming up with excuses. Maybe I just expect too much from people. I guess so.
Whatever. I’m so tired and so stressed out from everything I’m missing at school. I can’t take this much longer. I really can’t.
I’m taking a nap.