I hate the doctor.

So I called in sick for work and went to the doctor. I didn’t see my usual doctor as she seems to always be completely booked with patient, but whatever. I felt somewhat okay going to the doctor I was confident that this time I am not dying and I didn’t even really have a long wait time.

Now I always have a distinct image of how a doctor should look, and it is very cliche and so not even how doctors look. (you would think that since I work in a doctor office this image would go away, it hasn’t) I was somewhat taken off balanced when in comes a pint sized person with make up and heels.
I am not taking about cute little kitten heels that you can actually walk in, no I’m talking about 5 inch ‘in da club’ heels. I dismiss this because I’m just like ‘hey do it if ya can’ she goes about checking me, but im stiff because a person I don’t know is touching me and this makes me uncomfortable.

So I need throat cultures because I have pocket of puss on my tonsils, (gross!) so she needs to swab them with a long q-tip. She doesn’t swab them however, if feels like she is just poking and prodding trying to check my gag reflex and I finally pull her hand away because ‘hey I don’t like that.’ she apologizes but doesn’t look sorry and I apologize to because that is just how this goes. She gives me a Rx because I need antibiotics and tells me to take the cultures to the lab and get blood drawn.

That’s fine.

I check in at the lab and wait for my number to be called which once again does not take very long when I walk in the guy doesn’t acknowledge me too busy gossiping with the other guy there. I am polite and casually clear my throat. I get a death glare because I just interrupted his conversation, he sighs and starts to get out the supplies needed. This does not deter me, I remain polite and ask about his day, I am ignored. I comply with his instructons he gives and he sticks the needle in a bit rough and I flinch because that hurts, and he murmurs under his breath ‘oh god, don’t cry’. I take offense because I am not gonna cry so I respond ‘my eyes are dry’ he gives me another glare takes the filled vial of blood out and jams in another one once again roughly I flinch and I think I see him hold back a smile.

I should have reported him or something but I didn’t want to be ‘that girl’

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Just when I thought I was done, they pull me back in…

So I thought I was getting better. I was starting to feel better, still a bit fatigued but I felt okay enough to start exercsing. This was dashed when Saturday I felt the telltale signs of swollen and sore throat. Hoping it would go away I continued my day, I was already out, no where near home and I wasnt able to be returning until late. Waking up Sunday was horrible I felt hung over, Even though I didn’t drink, I was covered in sweat so bad that everything was pretty much sticking to me. I was shaky and slightly incoherent.

When I get sick, hung over, even depressed the only thing that makes me feel better is a shower.

So thats what I did, I took a shower. Falling asleep and getting rudely awoken by your fiance complaining wasn’t fun, but I felt a bit better.

I’m taking antibiotics again since my tonsils look like someone melted Mozzarella cheese all over them and yesterday I did cough out a very small chunk ( I freaked out!), but I am finally feeling better again.

And it’s been a while…

Sorry for the lack of updates, my health has been a problem recently. I had a very bad case of the flu that resulted in over 2 weeks of sickness and almost a entire week off of work (bye bye sick time), but I have finally stopped spitting up horrible green goo and I am back to regular self. I may have been a bigger bitch than usual due to my illness but I won’t apologize because I was in a horrible mood and felt entitled to be meanier than usual.

So what’s new?

Well just a bit of things really, I went for a my food and cake tasting for my wedding that was interesting and delicious, so now I can’t wait for my wedding so I can eat! I finally mailed out my save the dates so people got those (yay!) but the date keeps looming closer and closer and I just seem to be constantly reminded of the things I still need to do. If anyone has any referrals to photographers (that won’t charge me the price of my entire wedding) let me know.

I will probably be going back to school, getting a degree in social and behavioral science then transferring for my bachlors for merchandising or marketing. I feel really old sometimes, especially when I think of going back to school since I know that it will take more than a couple of years to get my degree, especially working full time and taking night classes. I have a feeling I am going to be burnt out.

I’ll update more I promise!