Well I made it through the doctors appointment without crying! But I did start bawling as soon as Dr. Asshole walked out of the office. (That’s kind of funny. He’s a gastroenterologist and he’s a jerk!) Anyway he didn’t give any suggestions to improve my heartburn and just made me feel horrible for being overweight. At least I don’t have to deal with him for another 4 months! Thanks to everyone who sent me nice messages! :)
Not exactly thrilled about it but I guess it’s necessary. I’ve been having excessive heartburn lately. And when I say excessive I mean EXCESSIVE. It’s just a bummer my doctor is such an asshole. I am overweight. And I am fully aware of it. He just always has to make a big deal out of it and ask me…”so you’ve gained weight?” “Why aren’t you exercising?” “Why haven’t I seen you in the gym?” “I better see you at the gym this weekend!” Fuck off buddy! Anyway I’m pretty sure he is gonna want to do an endoscopy. But I’m afraid he’s gonna be like well you haven’t had a colonoscopy in two years lets do one of those too! NO THANK YOU! Wish me luck y’all!
If someone were to die at the age of 63 after a lifelong battle with MS or Sickle Cell, we’d all say they were a “fighter” or an “inspiration.” But when someone dies after a lifelong battle with severe mental illness and drug addiction, we say it was a tragedy and tell everyone “don’t be like him, please seek help.” That’s bullshit. Robin Williams sought help his entire life. He saw a psychiatrist. He quit drinking. He went to rehab. He did this for decades. That’s HOW he made it to 63. For some people, 63 is a fucking miracle. I know several people who didn’t make it past 23 and I’d do anything to have 40 more years with them.