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Blech of the week.

I went to the doctor, and I’m back on a pretty ridiculous dose of lortab due to the fact that my periods have suddenly decided to last for two weeks, cramping all the while.


In slightly-hilarious news, while speaking with my doctor about the issue, I said, “You know, as soon as I have insurance, I’m just getting everything except one ovary cut out.  I can’t do this, any more.”

She replied, “Oh, girl, I know.  I’m tired of it, too, and I don’t even have to deal with it directly!”

I laughed and said, “It’s a good thing I already know I don’t want kids, eh?”

She giggled and said something like, “Well, you’re already having headaches and fatigue problems.  Who needs a kid when you get the side effects without them?”

So in a weird way, I think I just got approval from my doctor to have a hysterectomy whenever I get insurance.  This is awesome, because at my age, you have to practically jump through hoops to get approval, because they insist that if you don’t have tumors, cysts, or endometriosis, you’re not making the right decision by not holding out for another ten years, “just in case you change your mind about kids.”

Oh!  ALSO!  The nurse practitioner I had so many issues with last year?  The one who was such a colossal bitch to me that even Forrest noticed and got angry, and I had a letter of complaint filed against her and put in my records, stating that I would frankly rather die than ever be in her care, again?  She’s GONE!  :-D  YAY!  I don’t know if she quit or was fired, but I’d like to imagine that she was fired, because it makes me happy.  If you’re a bitch, you don’t belong in an MD;s office.

I’ve seriously got to try to get some sleep, now, as I’m babysitting again, tomorrow, and will be getting approximately 5 hours of sleep, at this rate.  :-/  Keeping up with a toddler is hard, y’all.  That’s another reason I’m just not interested in kids; they’re exhausting.  No, thanks, I can wear myself out quite well enough without depending on a smaller human being to monopolize my last nerve by climbing on the furniture and jumping around on it.


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