Work & Doctors
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
seems like that's all there is anymore.
I hate that the doctor didn't measure me... I'm dreadfully curious how tall I actually am. and they rounded my weight down (in shoes and a jack, at that), so I know my BMI is lower than it should be.
I kept getting blahed at for not answering the question the right way. she doesn't think I have the genetic disease that my mother worries I have. I started crying when she asked if I was sexually active, because I legitimately don't know the answer to that right now. you'd think yes or no questions would be easier than that.
I had to go get blood drawn, so they can rule out an auto-immune disease, since it's really not normal for someone my age to have such bad hip and knee problems. but I now have 2 kinds of anti-depressants, a sleep aid, and painkillers.
work is good though. yesterday I did my first people all by myself, and I actually made tips. and it's much more enjoyable when there's something to do other than stand around all day. and tips are so encouraging. I didn't do so well closing up on my own, but I get shifts all to myself next week, and thankfully, they're mornings.