Packing my bags
I figured I would post one more time before I head off to Florida (I know, you're silently cheering!). I've just got a few errands to run before I'm out of here, and possibly a nap. I got up kind of early today after a craptastic night's sleep for a haircut (very cute, very curly) and lunch with my mom. I had a weird dream that I was in love with a master vampire (who was supernaturally incredibly good-looking, dark hair, blue eyes, fantastic build), and he killed all his vampire friends who were trying to kill me. I didn't even have to ask him to, he just did it! Nice wampyr. Then we were swinging on a playground. Random, but I was happy. Ah, it's like that dream I had once of Patrick Dempsey before he even did Sweet Home Alabama, we were so in love. We were just picking out what kind of pop to buy in the grocery store, but I was so happy. I remember being so sad when I woke up because I was not in love, and I didn't have a lovely man to do the mundane life things with. This is why I love sleeping, people, life and men are so much better in your dreams. Even if they're the undead.
I was talking to Chris last night for a while about how human doctors can stink because they don't always listen to people, be it personality, money, time, etc. It took her three visits for a doctor to do the appropriate tests to find out she has mono. When I was in third grade my left arm started randomly hurting. I kept telling the doctors that it hurt, but I couldn't describe what the pain felt like, so they constantly blew me off, telling me it was growing pains, or I was doing it for attention, just plain ignoring what I told them. My parents tried to get the tests done, but it was like because the doctors didn't believe me, they didn't really look very hard. That's why it took four years to diagnose the tumor that at that point was the size of a golf ball in my arm. Now, are you seriously telling me that you can't see that in a radiograph? No indication. For four years. Finally once it got to the point that it was excruciating all the time and I was smuggling pain pills, then they figure it out. Stupid human doctors. And like with Sarah, her knee didn't hurt. It was just below the knee. But did they take pictures there? No. They took the knee. Ah ok, well now I'm venting.
So anyway, I'm packing now. Don't miss me too much, I'll be back soon!
I was talking to Chris last night for a while about how human doctors can stink because they don't always listen to people, be it personality, money, time, etc. It took her three visits for a doctor to do the appropriate tests to find out she has mono. When I was in third grade my left arm started randomly hurting. I kept telling the doctors that it hurt, but I couldn't describe what the pain felt like, so they constantly blew me off, telling me it was growing pains, or I was doing it for attention, just plain ignoring what I told them. My parents tried to get the tests done, but it was like because the doctors didn't believe me, they didn't really look very hard. That's why it took four years to diagnose the tumor that at that point was the size of a golf ball in my arm. Now, are you seriously telling me that you can't see that in a radiograph? No indication. For four years. Finally once it got to the point that it was excruciating all the time and I was smuggling pain pills, then they figure it out. Stupid human doctors. And like with Sarah, her knee didn't hurt. It was just below the knee. But did they take pictures there? No. They took the knee. Ah ok, well now I'm venting.
So anyway, I'm packing now. Don't miss me too much, I'll be back soon!