3 Sheets, er... Months, to the Wind

It's been a long time. Like, three months. haha. But life is still not in a good place. Since I've updated my blog, I'm still stuck in the house, unable to work. It's pretty unfun. Luckily, Verizon allows you to suspend your cell service for three months and then another three months immediately following. After that six month period however, you can't suspend it anymore. So I have until about the last week in April before I'll need to continue paying monthly again. That means, I have until then to get felling better and start working again.

As much as most people would love to stay at home and "rest" all day, after almost a full year, you start going a little cookoo. I sort of miss working. More than anything, I miss just going out! I haven't done anything remotely fun in a very long time. I used to even love to just go up to CVS and see what good deals I could find on hair products, skin products, and makeup but I haven't even been able to do that. On the rare days that I feel well by comparison, by the time I get ready (which often includes a shower as I only do that about every five or six days at the moment. I know... "ewww. grooooss" but I have no where to go and no one but my parents and the neighbors that are like family see me.) I'm pretty much spent. Or, I start feeling gross and don't want to chance it. It's so depressing.

The doctor I was seeing, well, that was an experience. I saw him after coming home from Ohio and he scheduled me for a month later. I made my appointment but he had to reschedule. I made an appointment for the following month (now November) but the rheumatologist advised me not to go out until I got my H1N1 shot so I had to cancel. So again, I rescheduled. This time my new appointment was for Christmas Eve at 4:30. That seemed strange to me but I thought "Well, maybe he's Jewish." About a week before my appointment, they called to remind me of my "appointment on December 17th at 4:30." Well that wasn't right. He apparently wasn't going to be in in the afternoon on Christmas Eve. So again, rescheduled. All of that aside, I still don't think he's the right fit for me. Now I'm on the hunt for a new doctor near by that won't talk down to me at the level he does. I get that I look 14 at 21, but dude... come on.

I wish I could just wake up and be better. And I don't necessarily mean be cured, but just have it be so that I don't feel awful and can live a normal, productive life.