Buh. I officially don't like this doctor. She hasn't called me back to talk to me about my blood test results. Then, everything she said sounds fishy to me. For instance. I told her all of my symptoms (sore throat, swollen neck, painful to swallow, gross white things in my throat) and she goes "So do you have a sore throat? What about your neck, is it swollen? Is it hard to swallow?" And I'm like... did I not just tell you all of this? She didn't even look in my throat, or in my ears, or ANYTHING. 

And THEN when I decided to get another opinion on my periods, and how they're akhrakhdskaj painful and heavy and irregular, she said "It sounds like you have _______(some name which basically means cysts on the ovaries)_____. Let's schedule a VERY HIGHLY UP IN YOUR PERSONAL BUBBLE pelvic ultrasound!!! 8D!!!" I was just watching T.V. and they were coincidentally talking about that very disease that I can't think of... ovarian cysts, basically. And the symptoms were tag warts, facial hair, chest hair, highly fluctuating weight, and oh yeah, heavy and irregular periods. So. I don't have any of those symptoms, except the periods part.

She just seems like the kind of doctor that likes to diagnose people (without even touching them or examining them, mind you) with big fancy words that make her sound smart. She's the same doctor that misdiagnosed my mom's eye problem a while back, and told her to have the irritation LANCED. As in, CUT OUT. A chunk of her eyeball. 

Twit.



Anyway, I can't decide whether or not I'm feeling better. I'm popping Advil like nobody's business, and that seems to be helping the soreness. If that stupid doctor doesn't call me by 2:00 tomorrow about my bloodwork, I'm calling her and bitching.

My polisci teacher hasn't emailed me back. I need to know what the fucking topic of my fucking paper that is due on fucking Monday is so I can fucking write it and not fail the fucking class.

I really don't want to work on my Philosophy paper that's due tomorrow. ...Really. It's only one side of one sheet of paper, double-spaced, and it will take me all of twenty minutes to finish. But it's DULL. And myspace is distracting. 

I got my rough draft of my 11-page ethnography back today, and I would have gotten a C on it, had I not turned it in early. So basically, I have to add in a ton of stuff, like "participant observation"... which I have none of, for I am a bad kid. So I'm hoping for a B in that class. It's not that the material is difficult, but that she's a tough grader, and the class doesn't consist of that many points. Here's hoping.

...that's pretty much it. 

I'm getting increasingly happy. :D