Why MerryMoons are better on drugs

May 04, 2007 15:22

I've got a new freaking doctor. One thing I hate most about the military is don't get attached to your doctor.

Having to explain your whole medical and life history over again to a new person is a freaking pain in the ass. I really am a private person.  It may not seem that way, but there's lots I don't want to share...and with a doctor, how can you explain that you try not to think about yourself as much as possible, that you come last in day to day events, that there are reasons your lazy, and uncomfortable.  He was good looking to boot.  That just makes it worse.  I don't care for male doctors.  I just can't talk to them like girl doctors.  Yes, my last two doctors before my favorite Doctor lucas were men, but they were harmless, and didn't pry, and make me feel like I was 10 years old in the principles office.  Maybe he won't either after I get to know him.  Mostly it just makes me want to hide under the bed.  Not that he went out of his way to make me feel bad.  It's something in me that gets all wiggy.  I don't like men in power positions over me. That's pretty much it in a nut shell.  Doctors, Managers, things like that.

I want Dr. Lucas back.

Also, being off the happy pills because I was sick all weekend didn't help.  I'm insecure, hate myself, think of running away, judgemental overmyself.  I can't stand me either, and I believe most people really don't like me either.  Too touchy.  Makes me snappish, and weepy.

Why do they all ask you if you are suicidal?  Okay, I guess I know why, but even if I feel like opening a vein, I'm not gonna.  I've got a nice healthy fear of death, thank you very much.

I'd runaway first.    too lazy to do that. 

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