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witchscauldronI hate mornings. I especially hate mornings that start at 6:30 AM after having to stay up until midnight to take a stupid pill so I can have blood drawn for a test in the morning. It's even better when you're diabetic and can't f-ing eat until the blood's drawn. It's even MORE fun when not even the lab techs know what the hell your doctor is testing for.
Yesterday I had a med student do my pap smear. Spectacular. >_< I won't know anything until August, either, about my tests and the purpose of my visit here - that includes asking about
Been trying to keep my head down here. That pending crash of moods hasn't gone away...it's hovering, so I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop. It's not easy. I'm very worn out from listening to my mom complain, my brother complain, my grandmother be...my grandmother. Gotta last a few more days...just until next week.
At least my new glasses are in and I won't have to live in the dark anymore.
I'm not dead yet. Catch you all later.
-M.
Yesterday I had a med student do my pap smear. Spectacular. >_< I won't know anything until August, either, about my tests and the purpose of my visit here - that includes asking about
Been trying to keep my head down here. That pending crash of moods hasn't gone away...it's hovering, so I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop. It's not easy. I'm very worn out from listening to my mom complain, my brother complain, my grandmother be...my grandmother. Gotta last a few more days...just until next week.
At least my new glasses are in and I won't have to live in the dark anymore.
I'm not dead yet. Catch you all later.
-M.
