I finally got down to brass tacks (not really sure what brass tacks have to do with anything, but hey, who am I to judge) and went to the doctor since I’ve been sick for oh…bout two months now AGAIN. My love/hate relationship with MD’s stems back MANY many years. I have too passive of a nature for them and they just love tossing pills at me or chalking up any and all symptoms to my bouts of depression. Well, I finally wrote all my symptoms down and confronted my new (well, I’ve been his patient for two years but haven’t gone in) doctor and he’s running a BUTT load of tests. Nothing definite yet, but I’m beginning to wonder if I really want to know with what he’s hinting at. I mean, surely if I just ignore it, the crap will go away. Right? (Yes, I realize that is a childish way of dealing with things, but I’m really just a kid at heart)
I’m just so sick and tired of being sick and tired.
