Probably the closest I’ve been to hell

Today was my second day staying home from school because of my body pains. Yesterday I went to the doctor to figure out what the hell is wrong with me and found out that they couldn’t figure it out. Awesome, just like when they thought I had apendicitis. Or when they thought they were wrong about the apendicitis and maybe it was a ruptured ovarian cyst. [I know you probably don’t care to know all my bodily function issues, but this is just how I am. I spill everything until it gets too personal for me]. Back on track here, Julieta Ortega prescribed me Tramadol. It made me wake up last night and crouch over the toilet bowl at 4:30 this morning, made me throw up today, and barely helped with any of my back or other body pains. So I supposed this is what I want to know today - Why the fuck do I keep going to the doctor’s office and telling them my symptoms.. if they haven’t got any clue what I’ve got, or how to fix it, and they don’t run any shitty tests to figure it out? And why is it that when they get to this level of ‘stumpation,’ we’ll call it, they just give you drugs to get rid of the pain [which don’t even work] and call it good? “Oh if it still bothers you come back in and we’ll go from there.”

You just want my god damn money.

Highlight of the day!

Honestly not much happened today and my parents didn’t make any funny remarks.. But even if something cool had happened, or my parents had been their usual smartass selves, this would have definitely topped it all off.

[21:41] thejamalduck: i’m so glad i met you

This is Jeremy, he is my new found glory. Nuff said.