Kill Me Now

I hate coming to the doctor’s. I shouldn’t even be here right now. All I’m here for is my results, which they should have given me over the phone since last Wednesday. They either left me on hold for decades or the doctor was busy.

God. There’s a kid hacking up a lung right next to me. Couldn’t pick anywhere else to sit.

Anyway. From what the nurse did tell me, I seem to be ok. My cholesterol was elevated a little, but other than that, I was “fine,” even from the diabetes. I would like to know what that means. Am I fine as in I don’t need meds or glucose, or fine as in I don’t have diabetes?

Grr. I’m never getting called in. Ok. I moved. Hope that wasn’t too rude. I just got over the worst cold and don’t need to feel like that again, kthx.

*sigh* I want to read but I was nodding off before I started writing this. Like, literally NODDING OFF…my head flung forward and everything. How embarrassing.

All because I didn’t fall asleep till midnight. I had laundry and dishes to do (yes, on Mother’s Day…how shitty is that?) so I didn’t get into bed till 11pm and my lovely daughter didn’t let me fall asleep till midnight. She wouldn’t let me cuddle her or rock her to sleep. She was pushing me away like a cat who knew it was about to be dunked into water. The boys loved to cuddle. But not her. She’s an independent crib baby whom I force to sleep with me because I miss her.

She’s so dang intelligent, it’s amazing. She’s already speaking in long phrases and she’s only 15 months old. And she says words like ‘disgusting’ only she says ‘digutting’. Like yesterday when I didn’t want to roll out of bed and she needed a diaper change…she took it off, placed it near my head and said ‘Digutting’.

My thumbs are about to fall off from typing this on my Centro. Bye.

(Edit) 50 years later…I am officially the 2nd to the last person here. This lady got here after me and I bet they’ll call her first. Seriously, they already called all the preggos in, even the ones who got here much after me. I’m so pissed.