There is a difference between want and need, and I know that. I don’t want to go to the hospital, but my mom told me that if I have to, then I have to. I’m nauseous. I feel like I am going to throw up, but I haven’t thrown up yet. I have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow morning. It started Saturday morning. My mom thought it was menstrual cramps, but I never have them on the last two days of a menstrual cycle1. Plus, this feeling was much more complicated – it was like a cramp and that electric-like shock feeling I get inside my stomach (on the same place) a lot.
Pft. And that doctor Bhatti said, “Something is just not adding up, Sarah,” when I last saw him. Now the pain is more intense. Personally, if he would have focused on other possible things that could be the case rather than revolving every freaking thing around my asthma and allergies, maybe he could have put two and two together in the end. You know?
Oh. I forgot to mention. Hm. By the way, my mom thinks it is my appendix.
Turns out she had hers removed in November 1994 – when she was my age. >.> Dang it. I’m going to have to go to the hospital and be in a hospital gown and have doctors operate on me – most likely, anyway. I don’t really like the thought of that. I already strongly dislike doctors enough as it is. They assume way to much. And if they find out you blog, they assume you’re an introvert and haven’t any friends, so you go to the computer and hide behind the screen and are simply weird.
Yeah, that’s what that Bhatti guy inferred. He even told me, “Ohhh, so that’s why you blog – you don’t like social interaction.” Um, no. I just don’t like talking to immature people; I prefer talking about the news – something not many people stay up-to-date with/enjoy conversing about – and/or random facts. But when I’m random, things are related. Really, they are. You just have to brainstorm them up/think about them really long and hard, and then you will come up with the same thing on all the random things I said in that topic/conversation and think, “Wow! They really are related!” No, really. Brainstorm at least 50 levels deep. One of my friends does it every once in a while, and he has found that I’m correct when I say that my random things are related.
Anyway, I’m going to blog again today, right after posting this entry. I have more to say.
Doctor Bhatti is that doctor I had when I ranted about that bad doctor a while back. I can’t find the entry involving these rants, unfortunately.
- Also, it was over. ↩