Dumb Docotors

After having a temporary blog on the subdomain during the three-day hiatus, I’ve brought the site back. Notice I’m using something new? I’m using WordPress. If you can use it, you should. It’s awesome. But like my hiatus page said, some stuff happened and I was really pissed about it. The guestbook was filled with stupid comments. I thought I knew who did it, but I’ve since changed my mind and decided it was, uh..someone I can’t mention or he’ll kick my ass. OK, not that he’s reading this, but whatever.

I’ve been taking antibiotics for the past week because the doctors thought I had mono. I went to urgent care because I wasn’t getting better and I was told I didn’t have anything. Whatever I had was just a stomach flu with tonsillitis. Why am I still taking antibiotics then? I’ve always thought that it’s bad to take antibiotics when you don’t really need them.

My mom went to the opening of the great Minnesota get-together, also known as the Minnesota State Fair, with Karen. I was all by myself today, waiting for something that didn’t happen so it was a waste of a day. Tomorrow I’m staying home like I usually do, and I might be going out later that evening. Haha, I need to be laid. It’s been a while.

I drove the car for the first time since it was fixed this afternoon. I haven’t gotten used to driving it since it’s so low to the ground. I can hardly see out the back and sides of it. I was going to merge in with traffic, but I totally messed that up so I went to the turn lane and took the side road to the next light. Plus I figured I’d get away from the people who were behind me; they were most likely pissed at me since I held up traffic a bit. There was a car who was passing me and then slowed down in front of me and I got really irritated at them so I passed them again. Then there are people who ride on my ass for a mile and then pass me, and only me, thinking they’re going to save themselves some time by passing one car. I hate stupid drivers. Oh, yeah. It was raining today, but it wasn’t that dark. Good idea to use your headlights, anyway. But, there are still those people who haven’t figured it out yet: it’s the law, you need headlights if you’re using your windshield wipers. We’ve had that law here for what, almost twenty years now? I swear, some people have their head buried somewhere that I don’t want to know.

I Need Some Alone Time

I have to be stuck with my mom all day tomorrow. I’m not looking forward to it. I never have any time to myself anymore. It is really hard not being able to do anything.

We took the car in for repairs yesterday and I took my mom when we went to pick it up. She literally could have killed us because she was telling me how to drive. The cars were coming up really quickly and she told me to turn in front of them. I didn’t want to, but I knew if I didn’t she’d be bitching at me all day.

This is so hard. I know what I want and it seems like I’m not going to get what I want. In fact I know I won’t because nobody takes time to get to know me. I keep saying this over and over, but some people just don’t know what I’ve been through. I’ve been broken too many times. I’ve never been happier than I was last night, and I’m waiting just for him to call me and say hi.

I’m not sure what’s going to happen with my site because I received an email from my host today telling me that my site might not works since my nameservers aren’t set properly. I was never told they were wrong to begin with, and I can’t change them since I don’t have access to change them, even though I’ve written a letter to the person who registered it for me asking for transfer of the domain to be under my name.

A Date At Perkins

Well, If you were me, you’d be in shock. Well, I’m really not in shock, I’m just a little surprised. There’s a fine line between shock and surprise.

I didn’t tell you about what I did on Friday night. At the time I didn’t think it was really important, not that it is now, but I suppose I should explain to give you the full effect of the story. I’m an adult and my mom has a problem with me going out at night. She keeps telling me her excuse is that she was my age and there were guys who wanted to get in her pants. But I think she’s being a little hypocritical since she moved to Florida when she turned eighteen had a forty year-old black man be her sugar daddy. I know she’s just trying to look out for me, but still, when I tell her I’m going to hang out with my guy friends she doesn’t believe me. She thinks that when I hang out with a guy after 7:00PM it’s going to involve sex.

I’ve already talked to my dad about my feelings on the issue, and he said it would be courteously just to leave a note where they can find it and bring a cell phone. My mom hasn’t grasped the idea of me doing that yet. So, what did I do? I left. Friday night I went out with a man. Yup, a man. He’s older than me, and he treated me well. There weren’t any problems at all. I did what she asked of me, left her a note and brought my cell phone. On Sunday she finally brought up where I went on Friday and why I didn’t tell her. She didn’t ask on Saturday so I didn’t tell her. She thought I was keeping something from her. And in a way I was, but I wasn’t. I don’t think I should have to tell her what I’m doing or where I’m going every second of the day now that I’m eighteen. So on Friday night I went out with a nice man. He picked me up and we went to get a bite to eat. I told my dad that I went out with some friends, and I didn’t get questioned because he knew I left a note and brought my cell phone.

I started talking to this guy online and I made plans so we could meet again on Friday. But no, he had to tell me that he thinks he’ll be cheating on a girlfriend that he doesn’t have. I don’t know what’s up with that. And then he kept asking me for advice about his love life…and I tried to help him out, but something was just odd about it, and I was talking it over with a great friend and we came to the conclusion that he is gay. There’s nothing wrong with that, but he’s in denial pretty badly and I wanted to help him. Oh well.

My mom had a doctor appointment yesterday. She was called to review her lab results. When we arrived at the clinic to check in, she wasn’t feeling well at all, and to make things worse, as if they weren’t already, the doctor called in sick. She was sent to the lab again for more tests to see if anything changed and she’s supposed to go over those with the appointment she has with the doctor this afternoon.

My mom woke me up early today to eat breakfast at the Northland Inn. I went with her only because she needed the company and she gets a free meal if someone goes with her. The two of us ate for less than if we were to go to a sit down restaurant, which I think is interesting considering how expensive the hotel is. During breakfast my mom and I decided to go to the outlet mall to get some more dishes and silverware. She had to stop at home to get the other checkbook though. She checked the messages and you would not believe what was on the message…her doctor called in sick today as well. This visit is important because it’s for her pre-op physical since she’ll be having surgery to remove her gallbladder on Tuesday (hopefully). She called for another appointment and she’ll be seeing the same P.A. she saw yesterday. But as crazy as it sounds, I think they don’t like her. They’re just passing her onto another doctor. And she keeps having bandages put on her wounds. But one of these days, the bandage isn’t going to heal, and they’ll have to “fix” her back to normal.

It’s just weird since my mom never shows the classic symptoms of anything anymore. She didn’t for her neck, gallbladder, or pancreas. Since she doesn’t have “pain” she can’t be diagnosed with anything because supposedly people with inflamed pancreases and gallstones have “pain” but the pain she gets is in the form of sore muscles which doctors don’t consider “pain.”