yes. i do. on my blog.
so i've decided that if i complain about anything, i must also mention one good thing about the day.
i didn't know if i was going to go home today to go to the doctor's. the day started out shitty. like a shitty morning you know is foreshadowing for the rest of the shitty day.
because of benjamin bowtie, i didn't sleep well. i also choked on my own spittle in my sleep. i wake up. and shower and get ready for class. on the way to class, my nose was running. to render this snot ineffective i shot into duane reade in union square. i get some pocket tissue packs, some cough drops. everything is lookin golden. nobody at the checkout. i go to pay. bam. forgot my wallet.
big deal. i don't need no stinkin wallet for dramatic lit. i keep walking on. no tissues to be found. i'm mad that i forgot my wallet cause at this point i had decided to take a train home to see el doctoro. i wanted to go right after class and hop on the A train to penn and so on and so forth. but this would mean i have to go to my room. to get my wallet. so i'm feeling exhausted and defeated. i'm on 13th and 6th when i realize, what in the actual fuck am i gonna do in class? babble incoherently? then walk a mile to get my wallet sit on mutiple trains to get to the doctor?
so i skipped class. and i go back to my room. and nips. has conveniently not answered any of my texts/calls/emails. she was in an all day meeting.
so i had accepted i would see no doctor today and i would sit and watch arrested development until i died of exhaustion. but fortune had other plans. nips called. said i could see the doctor.
we get to the doctor (things happened in between but for the sake of storytelling we're skipping over them. stay with me, people!) and the doctor's office calls nips' cell. to talk to her about bloodwork or some other adult bullshit. and nips is all "oh this is so funny. i'm outside. ashley has an appointment with dr. randawa." and the doctor's office is all "that's impossible. dr. randawa had a family emergency. all her appointments were cancelled."
PAUSE. WHAT THE FUCK UNIVERSE! UNPAUSE
i have to see another doctor. a strange doctor. a doctor i don't wanna see but i'm sick and goddamnit i want some prescription meds. relax, i want an antibiotic.
the nurse who sees me first is the same nurse who took my last strep culture wrong. she is bizarre and i don't like her. she asks me "oh so you're having problems with your throat?" and i answer and she responds "i'm sorry could you speak up?" lady. i'm having throat problems. i've lost my fucking voice. go fuck yourself, hightlights.
anyway, it's not strep. and the doctor says "it's probably just a virus. they've been going around. you could have it for one to two weeks. get rest. drink lots of fluid."
excuse my all caps when i say ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS? I CAME ALL THE WAY OUT TO THIS FUCKING PLACE TO HEAR YOU SAY WHAT I'D ALREADY BEEN DOING???? go sit on a chainsaw, doctor. honestly. i copayed for that bullshit.
and then i walked in the rain to meet my mom. did i have my umbrella? no. was i wearing a coat? no.
complaints over (not really)
here are some good things: after walking to meet up with nips, i got featha extensions, finalment! also, i got to see missy! this is always a good thing. i love that little furball of fluffy goodness.
in addition to the good things of the day, i'd like to help out my self-esteem, by saying one good thing about myself each day. today: my topknot looked really good on the train ride home. it was hella east village of me.
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