Doctors and ghosts... Say whaaaa?

I've never been good at being sick. Ever. I'm a champ with pain as I've had my fair share of it but when it comes to being holed up in bed with a cough that leaves me exhausted and craving sleep after being up for three days... That I can't do. I'm always moving I'm always on the go. Things that slow me down are a pain in the ass.

It also means I break down and go to the doctor because seriously, not being able to breathe just isn't cool these days. Why do I hate the dr you ask?

1) it takes forever to get an appointment. They have you on hold for twenty minutes to finally get through to a receptionist who schedules you for thirty hours later (which for me means I'll no longer be sick, the way my life works...). You then show up for the appointment and they cart you from room to room for an hr before the dr finally sees you for five minutes.

2) the waiting room... Creeps and assholes. People who cough without covering their mouths and people who choose to sit right next to you when there's a whole waiting room at your disposal. They all find me.

3) They just have to weigh you. I pride myself in not getting on the scale and being happy with how I feel, not a number. But then they make me get on a crickety old scale and bam, my self esteem is shot again. Sigh.

On a side note while spending all day dying in bed yesterday I watched the entire first season of American horror story. I think I'm in love. I need to find asylum like ASAP. But I spent what time wasn't used up with trying not to choke on my own tongue screaming "SAY WHAAA???" At the the tv... Yeah I'm classy.

Now I'm off to try to make myself look like I have an energy level higher than 3.57. It's hard when your body is greedy and keeps screaming MOAR SLEEP!