Who wants to fuckin' touch me?!
I went to the doctor today. She was outraged, outraged at my insurance situation. It was kind of funny. It's really awesome to hear a doctor bitch about 'the system'. She was just appalled that someone like me can't get insurance but everyone else can. It's fucked up, yep. Tomorrow is my last day on insurance too. Well, it gets cut off tomorrow. Hence my going to the doctor today. They extracted lots of bodily fluids from me. Only one stick this time! Also I had to get my ear flushed out. That was super disgusting and yet fascinating. I liked that the nurse would show me the crap that was being flushed out every time. The nurse was super nice to me and told me I'd be in her thoughts. I heard the doctor and her talking outside the room while I waited on the doctor and the nurse was all, "She's really sweet!" And the doctor was all, "Yeah, she is." And I was like, "LOL." 'Cause obviously they've never met me at like, 8:30 in the morning.
I think I'm getting a bit better with needles and blood. It's getting progressively better. I can't watch them stick the needle in, but after it's in my hand, I can look. I actually sat in the room while I waited on them and whispered to my veins, "Work you bastards!" It seemed to have worked, I yielded about a tube and a half. I'll take that as a win-win situation. Not as good as the day I gave three, but eh. I actually sit there and watch my blood flow into the tubes now. In retrospect, I'm glad I hadn't eaten before I went to the doctor.
By the way, if any of you want to get married for insurance benefits, let me know. And "But I'd have to pay more!" is not an acceptable fucking reason to say no. Jason already exhausted that excuse. I can't afford to be uninsured, what if my uterus decides to do the world a favor and spontaneously abort itself from my body? I'd have to be in the hospital for that! Srsly plz to marry for insurance. (Yes, like Chuck and Larry. If I have to hear this joke again I'll choke a bitch.)
300 was pretty far out. But I laughed really fucking hard when he screamed, "This.. is.. SPARTA!" And my family just stared at me. Not my fault you don't know about macros, bebe.
I think I'm getting a bit better with needles and blood. It's getting progressively better. I can't watch them stick the needle in, but after it's in my hand, I can look. I actually sat in the room while I waited on them and whispered to my veins, "Work you bastards!" It seemed to have worked, I yielded about a tube and a half. I'll take that as a win-win situation. Not as good as the day I gave three, but eh. I actually sit there and watch my blood flow into the tubes now. In retrospect, I'm glad I hadn't eaten before I went to the doctor.
By the way, if any of you want to get married for insurance benefits, let me know. And "But I'd have to pay more!" is not an acceptable fucking reason to say no. Jason already exhausted that excuse. I can't afford to be uninsured, what if my uterus decides to do the world a favor and spontaneously abort itself from my body? I'd have to be in the hospital for that! Srsly plz to marry for insurance. (Yes, like Chuck and Larry. If I have to hear this joke again I'll choke a bitch.)
300 was pretty far out. But I laughed really fucking hard when he screamed, "This.. is.. SPARTA!" And my family just stared at me. Not my fault you don't know about macros, bebe.