Not a happy camper
My doctor? I hate her.
Okay, maybe not really her. My body? That I hate. Passionately.
Today’s lovely bit of news from the doctor was so upsetting to me that I took that afternoon off and have been hiding in my bedroom for the last three hours. Three hours of a seriously over-active imagination, I’m sure. However, when your doctor tells you to Leave Work Right This Minute And Go Pick Up Your Medication, it’s probably not good.
*blah*
Yes, I am being extremely pessimistic right now. I’ll return to bouncy later. Right now I just feel like curling up in a ball and crying for days. But that’s not an option, is it? Smile, gag down the pills, and try to pretend that you aren’t really alone. That’s the only option.
I’ll be over here in a hole for the next few days trying to kill some new freakish invader in my body.
