It is a well known fact that I do not like doctors. And by doctors, I mean the type of doctors who do strep tests and poke your stomach and tell you that the reason you feel miserable is that you have a virus and they’re sorry but you’re just going to have to wait it out because they can’t give you medicine to make the fever and vomiting stop because antibiotics don’t work like that. You know, those magical life-saving people who scare me.
I had to go to the doctor today. It was not a fun experience. I cried so much and had enough of a freak-out that I have to go back on Saturday to get my vaccinations. Yes, vaccinations with an s. Plural. I then went into hiding in my bedroom for the rest of the day and only emerged for dinner and to read aloud the last words of famous people to my parents*.
Saturday is going to require very large amounts of Xanax.
In other news, novel writing is going quite well.
And as always, you can also find me on tumblr at http://emleng93.tumblr.com/, if you’re into that kind of thing.
*I am absolutely fascinated by last words, something that I will elaborate on in a future post.