I hate the hospital
The worst thing about being abroad is being away from the one doctor in the world I have an ounce of respect for. I'm less exhausted by the pain and more exhausted just from trying to explain things to the MD in the emergency room. And even then he didn't listen. Because why would the patient know anything about her own condition?
In the end I just gave up. Whatever. I'll take his bloody drugs and when nothing changes call my doctor long-distance and make her explain it. Though being a woman she may not get very far either.
I'm feeling oh so very grumpy and I don't care. I'm tired, I'm uncomfortable, and I'm not capable of doing anything for myself. It pisses me off. And I hate drugs.
I'm going to drink disgusting herbal tea and read all of the feminist literature I can reach from my bed. Because hating men is the only thing giving me solace.
Except for Davin. He's a saint.
In the end I just gave up. Whatever. I'll take his bloody drugs and when nothing changes call my doctor long-distance and make her explain it. Though being a woman she may not get very far either.
I'm feeling oh so very grumpy and I don't care. I'm tired, I'm uncomfortable, and I'm not capable of doing anything for myself. It pisses me off. And I hate drugs.
I'm going to drink disgusting herbal tea and read all of the feminist literature I can reach from my bed. Because hating men is the only thing giving me solace.
Except for Davin. He's a saint.