neuroticgirl's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- this is your brain with a 103 degree fever I have absolutely nothing to say today. Nothing that would make any sense anyway. Let's forget for a moment the fact that I'm 26 years old. Let's also forget the fact that I have 2 children of my own. My mother is making me go to her doctor tomorrow. Making me - as in she is taking off work, driving all the way across town to pick me up, and then driving back across town to get me to her doctor and then back to my side of town AGAIN to bring me home. All because she doesn't believe I'll go if she doesn't do this. This is ludicrous. She has a point about me needing to go to the doctor, what I don't understand is her need for me to go to HER doctor. My doctor is out of town but there are other doctors in his practice that could help me. My doctors are somewhat young and for the most part not painful on the eyes. Her doctor is 180 years old and asks you what medicines you want instead of examining you and deciding what medicines you need. Tomorrow I'll tell him that I am convinced that putting preparation H in my ears will kill the infection and the rogaine will surely clear up that nasty chest congestion. I'll also ask for foot fungus medication, you know, to help with the fever. 12:47 a.m. - 3.29.01 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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