| Current mood: |  scared |
| Current music: | Proof of Myself ~ Megumi Hayashibara |
Today was really boring. Luckly I didint get any surgery done though. Today was kinda just the registration part. I sat for 3 freakin hours in gulf coasts' outpatient waiting area. Once I finally got back there all they did was ask me the same candy~ass questions like, "are you pregnant??", "are you pregnant?", "oh yeah, are you pregnant?" I guess they didint believe me because they made me pee in a cup to confirm a pregnancey test. Bitches all of them. My period ended like two days ago but when you tell them that they are just like, "you can be pregnant and on your period" well that's nice but I don't care, do I look that obese to you guys?? Then they had to ask the question about whether I have electricity and running water in my home. Why they hell does it even matter as long as I got insurance??? As long as I live in a cardboard box with a mailbox to mail my bill to Tricare shouldint that be all you guys need to piss your pants over? They are so stupid. Then they made me listen to this lady talk to me for like 30 minutes just about freakin anestisia or whatever you call the sleeping stuff. Yeah, it knocks you out like a rock, you are there one minute, the next you are somewhere else wondering what kind of drugs your raper banged you up on. What more do I need to know? They are going do some gastro-blahblahblah on me where they cut four holes on different sides of my tummy. Then I get the pleasure of waking up in a "recovery room" and lying there flat for a whole hour doing nothin'. Aint life wonderful?
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