Did you know that you get swimmer's ear and have never touched water in over 10 years (sans showering)?


Appartenly, you can! I sure did! Now I'm taking penicillin (god knows what else that will knock out in the process), some more antibio eardrops (with pictures showing where it goes), and drops for teh pain.

It wasn't so bad...I suppose. I feel like a big girl now! I'm on drugs and every thing!

don't wanna go see the doctor tommorrow....I just don't wanna.

why is it when you're a kid, you get a lolly or some other form of candy or not smacked upside the head for being a good kid at the doctor's, but you get diddy when you're all grown up? I'm still just as scared as I was when I was four, it's still a big deal to me. Hell, it's even bigger, given that it's been nearly five years since I last saw a doctor.

It's kinda like getting your car fixed. They always manage to find something else wrong besides the reason you stopped by. Call me paranoid, but that's what I'm stressing about the most. I don't really want to know how broken I am. I just call it a miricle that I'm still standing.

Ah well, let me hit the sack early so I can get there early and get this shit over with....

With now three of my little tiny debts paid, I scored a shiny new checking account. I now know my credit score (it's not nearly as low as I thought it would be-i'm not at the worst, and as I begin to tackle my big money debts-student loan, credit card, PUSOG, it will increase, yay!)

Then I called for an appointment for my achy right ear. I know it's probably hurting thanks to my achy tooth on the same side, but payroll hasn't taken off any cash for my dental coverage yet, so I have to wait until that finally goes through to get a dental check up. For now, some antibiotics for the earache would help a great deal, since it starting to hurt worse than my fucking tooth.

And now I regress back into a little girl. Doctors scare me, a lot...


...Unless they're that platinum blonde dude on my icon. He's one sexy MD. Psychotic, but sexy, and I still wouldn't want to see him at the other end of a stethescope. Now, on the handle side of a leash...maybe...

AHEM!

Yeah, I'm afeared of doctors, and it's been a good while since I've seen one. Dentists scare me even more, given that it's been 15, count them, 15 years since I've seen one, whatever he has to do to make save the rest of my chompers (hell, I don't care if I can never bite into anything harder than a sandwich again, I just want the damn things to stay where they are) is going to hurt like a motherfuck.

So yeah...scared....

With the rain and my sore, sore feet, I don't believe I will be attending tonight's concert...

But I might make an appearance at the house sometime tonight...if I deem it worth the taxi fare

Look, boss ladies, I'm sure it's nice to be able to skip off to the Dr. whenever you get a sniffle, but some of us don't have that luxury of a permanent job. Yes, I'm sick. My head hurts, my tummy's in knots, and standing for the last two hours of the day lifting heavy shit made me dizzy and woozy as all get out. I may even take tommorrow off. But don't insist that I go and spend money I haven't got on going to the Dr. And when I tell you that I can't afford the expense, don't turn around and say, "well, you could go to Grady..." I owe Grady enough cash, thanks. Some of us actually realize what happens when people who can't afford medical care do and get it anyways. Their credit plummets and the expense goes to those who can afford it. And no, I'm not eligble for Medicare, given as I've actually not bred while making 10 grand a year, and I wouldn't take it even if I was. I have my pride, damnit, and too much of it to go begging Big Daddy Government for healthcare.

Yes, it's stupid of me. I have't been to a doctor in over 4 years. I haven't taken bipolar meds in about that long. Same amount of time as passed since my last Pap smear, and one look at my mouth easily shows that it's been a while since a dentist as gotten a hold of me (try over a decade). I'm not happy about this...I'm not even proud of that fact. But I hold the hope that sooner or later I will have that permanet gig that either provides me with insurance or provides me with the means to pay for it myself, then I can see just how fucked up my bod has become. But until then, I'll just sick with rest and fluids when I'm ill, thanks.

Breakfast: Cearal and soymilk....barely finished because of the pain of hard cereal bits...had water instead

1st Break: Cappichino (with a straw) and three sticks of Pocky soaked in said drink to soften...

Lunch: Yougurt Smoothie (straw), Chicken Noodle Soup (straw--I swallowed the noodles whole instead of actually chewing), More caffine soaked Pocky...

Dinner: Professional Strength KANKA Mouth Pain Liquid...I don't want to try anyting else..


and another thing: When someone mummbles "I've got a canker sore; it hurts to talk", DON'T ASK THEM QUESTIONS THAT REQUIRE TALKING TO ANSWER! It hurts them! It makes them cranky, just so the next idiot can ask "Well, what's wrong?" and they have to do it all over again...

fuckers...

Geez, I've been so fucking cranky all fucking day....and then I've got more overtime tommorrow....damnit

Hello, Mr. Canker Sore...didn't notice you were there...

On second thought, how couldn't I? You've been making it hard to eat, talk, and do just about anything else that requires my mouth. Even thinking about you drives me to ultimate suffering..

Please go away soon...this is starting to make me cranky...

When one is lifting and moving about very heavy tubs of mail, no matter how heavy, no matter how much Advil you're going to be taking afterwards, no matter how painful that little stretch may hurt the small of your back, never ever express your displeasure/pain in the form of "Sweet Monkey Jesus!" in an office full of church going black women.

eeep....apparently associating one's Lord and Savior to simians, no matter how sweet, is verboten...