On the "plus" side, my hand/wrist pain is probably only carpal tunnel (ha. 'only' carpal tunnel) but this means that, at the moment, I don't have to worry about it. And by "don't have to worry", I mean "it's not going to kill me". Of course, this doesn't solve the problem that my hands and wrists randomly hurt for not reason at all, but not knowing what's wrong means that insurance costs less so that makes my mom happy.
Thanks, doc, for not solving the problem I visited you for. I appreciate that. A lot.
He also decided to tell my mother that I'm anemic. THANKS. She's going to be forcing me to eat red meat for the next 100000000 weeks. I mean, I love me a good steak every now and then, but I get the feeling she's going to go all over-the-top and nag me to take my iron supplements and all that good stuff. Ironically, (ha! ironically, get it?) I got more iron from my diet while I was a vegetarian than I do now.
I told my mom not to come into the office with me when she asked me if I wanted her to, and she did it anyway. Stupid.
I got a shot. I'm not phobic of needles or whatever, but still. It's stupid. AND they took blood out of my finger. Which is gross and annoying.
AND I had to pee in a cup.
I hate doctors, guys. A lot.
At least I got two circus bandaids and a Cinderella sticker.
Don't you think it's time I stop seeing an old, male pediatrician? Yeah. That's what I said, too. x_x
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