Stuff and other such nonsense...

So today is yet another Dr appointment, this time for me, however. I hope that I am not as annoyed as I was yesterday while sitting the the Dr office waiting for Tony. It was just an annoying mess. I try so hard not to be mad (because I am going to have a freakin' stroke one of these days because of my temper) but damn, why does everyone get stuff for free but me? I honestly was the only person that hour that had a job save for the people that worked there! I know the unemployment rate for the AC is like 11% but what are the chances at all 11% being at the Dr at the same time? I mean really? Oh wait, what am I thinking? Working people can't afford to go to the Dr, duh.

But enough of that nonsense. I could go on and on forever about it and I am a walking contradiction when it comes to public assistance, anyway. I believe that at one time it was a great program, meant to help people get on their feet, now however, it seems to keep people down. No happy medium I guess.

Why all the Dr. appointments? Well with Tony being well chronically ill it involves a lot of maintenance appointments. A lot of yeah things look OK for now see ya in a month because we need to test this medication or more blood work and the beginning of the year is a total suck because he has to have all these expensive tests to make sure he doesn't have cancer or the varices haven't worsened because of the cirrhosis. It really is a pain in the ass.

Today, however, the Dr appointment is for me. *sigh* And I am such a bad patient. I sorta take my medication, at what dose I feel like, not really what the Dr may want me to take. I am choosy and generally non-compliant. Not a good time for the Dr. I just really want a miracle. I want the magic wand to be waved over me and all the annoying stuff that I see the Dr for to be magically gone. But for some reason that never happens. But today should be a quick visit just a medication re-check and a shot. Boy I love those! Nothing makes me happier than a shot in the buns. Yeah me.

However, I babble. The whole reason for this blog? No reason really. I started this blog with a lesson in mind about how people should take care of themselves and the downfall of human kind and really it just ended up about nothing. But that's OK because I like talking about nothing.

A blog from me!

So as many of you might or might not have noticed I do not blog as much as I used to, what is weird about that is I continually write in my head. I am always thinking about what I would say about what is going on in my life or what I am feeling, etc. I dunno how to describe it other than I am always writing in my head. Too bad there is not some head-blog wavelength so I can just think my blogs and viola they are posted. You know, though, scratch that because my blogs would then either get me sued, divorced, de-friend-ed (which I do quite well on my own thanks) or fired. Probably disowned and perhaps in a padded room with fuzzy bunny slippers. Hum, do you think they let you have fuzzy bunny slippers in a padded room? I am going to say no, death by fuzzy bunny slippers would be way to much paperwork to fill out, no matter how funny it would be. I can hear it now, how did she do it? Slippers you say? Fuzzy bunny slippers, what a tragedy but that Angie, she was always such a kidder. What a funny girl. That sounds just like her going out with a laugh.

But anyway, what is going on with me? Not a whole lot beside a horrible bout of depression, which I wouldn't wish on my worse enemy. What a boring, selfish thing to suffer from, depression. I mean really just how much can one person whine about how much they suck, life sucks, work sucks, family sucks, marriage sucks, being sick sucks, well, I am guessing you get the picture. So just how much whining can one person do? A hell-of-a-lot just ask any of my totally awesome friends, who have listened to the same whines over and over and over again. They give advice, listen, sigh and let me just be me. And even though I disconnect sometimes and I am a terrible listener, they still are my friends, and I love them for that.