So I duly went forth and handed over a lung and a kidney to see white coats yesterday. I was a little on the dubious side. All thse damn white coats ever seem to do is send me off to pathology. I should give pathology my lung and my kidney. ACtually I think pathology might already be acquainted with them. NOt the point. I did not come home with any great answers. Which means Im super pissed.
The options from yesterday? I was given this one:
im not fine, we dont know whats wrong with you, we know something is, you look like shit, you sound like shit, everything in you has gone to shit and did we mention you look like shit? lets do some more tests......
I didnt even make it out of her surgery before being pricked in the arm and some more of my popular but ever so dwindling blood supply was forcefully removed from me. Sigh. I did however get drugs. This is not making me very happy. For a start, it wasnt the drugs I was expecting, and for a second, its not the drugs I think I need at all. Ive come home with the pill. Yeah. The pill. What the hell do I want with the pill? Does this particular specialist know something I dont? Apparently I need to take the pill because I have to take some hormone blocker thingy that, should i find myself in the middle of a miracle by way of up duffing *in the name of the father and of the son and of the holy spirit amen* this is not a good thingy. Hormone blocker when trying to grow a hormone filled little baby? So they insist you also be on the pill as well. I did try telling doctor that there really was no need, that men were to scared to visit tasmania anyway, unless they were in my fantasies, which is why i mentioend the miracle earlier. I also told her if there was one thing I didnt need, it was more hormones. Ive never been able to take the pill over these years. It turns me into a messy hormonal bitch *shut up Jayne*. But alas, that is what IVe been sent home to do. She gives me a month to get used to the idea before she gives me the blocker. Yay. At which point she tells me I should expect no change for three months: and some slight change by 6 months but generally a couple of years should see it in. WHAT THE FUCK??
Other news? she reckons the rest of it isnt her problem and sent me off to a cardiologist. I have a broken heart. Doh. Like no one noticed that before. So thats the whole you look like shit but we dont know why thing covered.
In mundane news....show weekend this week. Jaynes got a 'date'. Bitch. he didnt mention that did she???Oh ok, its just a movie with a friend, but Im starved, im practically desperate and im living vicariously through her. If I wanna call it a date I will.
Thought this morning? Ever so hot friend of 18 years ago? Might get one. OH thats right. I did already. Yay me.
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