One of those nights where I walk into the kitchen, look at the dinner that was cooked (tacos), and burst into tears. (And then my family feels horrible and scrambles to try to hide it and then hug me, haha...) Im getting really sick of the broken promises from this stupid ultrasound office. I dont deal well with liars, even of the professional sort... theyve promised that the results would be ready TOMORROW for several days now. One of my doctors secretaries has been calling every day and they keep telling her that, but they BETTER have the results for my GP (PCP) tomorrow when I see her... or else Im going to totally lose it... I can barely walk into the kitchen without crying... I just want to eat something other than banana, white toast, applesauce, or white rice with chicken broth (or the little bit of low-fat turkey Ive been tolerating okay-ish)!! If I counted right, this is day 20 now. Thats basically 3 weeks of this crap. I know Im being a super Debbie downer right now (LOL no offence, Debbie ;) ), but I JUST. WANT. THIS. FIXED. I want tacos, and perogies, and pizza, and pickles (lets pretend Im not allergic, lol), and FOOD THAT ISNT ON THE BRAT DIET. And I want to be able to eat it all without feeling like someone took a baseball bat to the right side of my ribs and stomach, and without throwing up in the front yard (or anywhere). Okay, rant over. For now.
Posted on: Fri, 05 Dec 2014 03:09:22 +0000
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