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I finally got a new mattress. The old one, which was mostly box springs hadn't been helping my back any. I think I'm firing my doctor. I'm tired of going round in circles with her, and as studies show my bullshit landfill will be full in 2010, I might as well cut off this particular source. I just never have any luck with doctors. They seem to think my (fully-functional) thyroid is the source of all my problems. Either that, or because I'm bipolar they think I'm a whiny, hypochondriacal bitch. What they don't know is that I hate the doctor and I hate hospitals and if I go, it's because of a problem that hasn't been solved by resting, Robitussin or a hot shower. I have a high pain tolerance so I often tell my them, straight-faced, that something really hurts. I suppose that because I'm a girl I'm supposed to scream and cry and fall on the floor and start frothing and convulsing.
Since the accident: they might well total out the car. It could go either way. In the meantime, my dad has contacted a lawyer to see if we might get a settlement out of this.
Since the accident: they might well total out the car. It could go either way. In the meantime, my dad has contacted a lawyer to see if we might get a settlement out of this.