Nope, sorry. I'm not talking about horseback riding, unfortunately.
I finally made it to a long overdue appointment with the GYN. I'm not going to get into the details. Most of you already know what goes on. What's worth blogging is that I finally got the chance to ask for some hormone pills to see if hormones are the reason for my extreme tiredness. I was very excited to finally be going in to get the whole issue resolved. To my extreme and utter disappointment, the doctor said no to the hormones. No. Can you believe that? I can't. Not even so I could rule it out as a reason for the tiredness. I told her the truth: that getting out of bed is the hardest thing I do every day, that I spend most of my free time sleeping, that I'm at risk of losing my job due to tardies and absences, and that, on a scale of one to ten, my quality of life is about a two. Made no difference. No hormones. What? Does she think I'm a hormone junky trying to get a fix? Is she worried I'll become one? Humor me. Give a few months worth of hormones and let me see for myself that they're not the problem.
Guess I'll have to go to the black market for my test hormones. If anyone can provide a contact, I'd me most grateful.
The day wasn't a total loss. I got a tetanus shot which included a vaccine for whooping cough, which is apparently making a comeback in the USA. Go get a whooping cough vaccine, if you haven't already. You only need to get one in a lifetime.
I also got to eat at Jack In The Box, which I usually do when I have a doctor's appointment, because there's one I pass on the way home. (I have to drive to a city that is about 40 miles away to see the doctor.) I always have the spicy chicken sandwich with curly fries. The curly fries tasted especially good today, for some reason.
Finally, I stopped at Michael's, the hobby store. I didn't find what I was looking for, but I did find some Mallo Cups. I used to eat them when I was a kid. They're like peanut butter cups but, instead of peanut butter, they're filled with marshmallow cream. Don't ask me why they're selling candy at a hobby store.
I also found some very amusing wind-up toys. They dance like little Forrest Gump.
Sorry the doc wouldn't cooperate but before you try something like that, maybe you should find out why she said no. Perhaps there's a health reason?
Dude, like, I wasn't serious.
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