The title of this blog says it all.

I drove all the way to my doc's office yesterday to see if my records were ready. Nope. Wasted gas and time.

I got a call today but they hung up before I could grab it (only rang once), so I drove back to my doc's office today to see if my records were ready. Nope. BUT, I did get to sit down and write my own letter that my doctor will put his name on and sign as no one has time to do it, and they wanted to make sure they covered all the bases that I needed covering. I did receive my drug test results so SSD can be assured that I am not smoking crack in the crack den in the living room, or snorting cocaine in the bathroom with the 80's hair band I keep in there, and I am not taking Xanax or Oxy with the pill heads on the grassy knoll out back. HAHA!

What the drug test DOES say is that I have only the suspected drugs that I am supposed to be taking in my system and that I am well within the legal range for said drugs. And now that I see the report, I wonder why it is so dang expensive to drug test someone! $466, but I only have to pay $50 to my doc every 3-4 months. Thank goodness for that!

Anyway, I had to write the letter myself and think I should get paid for that. Payment may come in the form of cookies, which I am threatening to bake, but may be too lazy to do. Or even... Nope, the Snickers Peanut Butter Squared that my parents bought me are gone... I ate 12 in 3 days. Maybe I should be drug tested for chocolate overdose!!

Thank you all for helping me through all of this. I know the record keeps playing the same old, boring tune, but I am so fed up now that I am maniacally laughing and getting to the point that I just don't care. I kind of have to let it go or it will eat a hole in my stomach by next Wednesday morning. BTW, I did binge on the Snickers and the Half-the-Fat ice cream Di brought into the house again as she was trying to make me happy.

Does anyone else have an issue with people getting all in your face AS SOON AS YOU WALK IN THE DOOR? I am sorry but I cannot stand that. I need to be able to put my stuff down, go potty and take a 5 minute breather. Then I can handle people and their questions and demands. But I just need 5 minutes... and I never get it. It's like me leaving the house and returning are akin to Christopher Columbus returning to Spain and everyone excitedly wondering what he found. I don't do anything exciting when I leave, so why flock around me like seagulls and start "caw-caw-ing"? Leave me the flock alone! HAHA

I love you guys! Stay warm, dry and healthy!

Peace, Love and DIY Letters from your Doc,
Angela