Yeah, it’s been quiet around here.  I’ve been holed up on my couch for the last week drowning in my own face.  I have watched way, way more MTV then any person my age should.  I’ve taken a nap every day for the last seven days.  I don’t eat, I don’t talk to anyone, and I haven’t even read a book.  It’s like I’m in high school all over again.

Finally went to the doctor today.  He was shocked (and a little pissy) that I haven’t been to the doctor in uuuhhh… well the last time I saw him in 2003.  Doctors freak me out.  Today is the first time I haven’t had high blood pressure in his office, and that’s only because it has been a struggle to breathe for a week so I was too tired to have a panic attack.

So he poked around for a bit and gave me drugs.  My nose should stop producing a gallon of yuck every hour and my ear shouldn’t be squealing like a stuck pig every time I attempt to breathe.  That’s my goal any way.  I think his goal was to make me feel guilty for avoiding the medical community.

He didn’t bitch about the smoking or the 15 pounds I gained last year*.  He did, however, insist I schedule a Well Woman’s Exam** so I am being punished.  Fucking karma.

*I may have left the cigarettes in the car and forgot to mention it.  And also the UTI’s and broken bones.  I may have also just snorted when he mentioned my weight was stable.  As far as he can tell I’ve lost 10 pounds since the last time he saw me.
**Doctor’s code for “Get naked and let me peer at your vagina.”