Still feeling a little out of sorts. Maybe I'm coming down with something. I'm just so damn tired all the time. Yes, I know what you're thinking: "She's up all night blogging and then bitching about being tired while WE have to work." You are so right, my dears, and I sincerely apologize :) But I used to be up blogging and still not stumble around like a zombie all day which I am doing now. Today I met some friends for lunch and had a hard time concentrating on the conversation because my mind was like ...fluffy....vague...a blank slate...whatever, you get the picture.
I hope nothing's wrong with my medication (in case you didn't know my thyroid is MIA). Guess I'll have to go to the doctor. But I hate going to my thyroid specialist. You get up freakin early, he sees you for 5 minutes, asks you the same questions every time, doesn't listen to what you say and then takes a blood sample. Charges you an arm and a leg for that, but hey, what's medical insurance for??
I wonder why
- some doctors never listen to a word you say. Maybe they are used to a lot of hypochondriacs who barge into their practices demanding to be treated and offer obscure symptoms. (Hey, I almost died because of that so I have a right to be bitter)
- doctors sometimes hit you somewhere and ask: "Does this hurt?" - "Of course, you just freaking hit me...".
- the only time a doctor can squeeze you into his/her tight schedule is first thing in the morning but you have to wait for an hour anyway and get sneezed on in the really crowded waiting room.
- dentists keep filling your mouth with all kinds of equipment and still expect you to carry on a coherent conversation.
Disclaimer: Actually my regular doctor and my dentist are both great so I have nothing to complain about really...didn't you read my mind was quite foggy? I think I'll go to bed now.
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