The End of My Rope

“I thought such awful thoughts that I cannot even say them out loud because they would make Jesus want to drink gin straight out of the cat dish.”
― Anne Lamott

I’ve been up since 3:30 a.m. Waited for the sun to come up so I could go to the “vampire” lab and get blood work done for one of the three doctors who want my blood tested every 3 or 4 or 6 months.

My veins are small. They collapse. It’s a pain for me and the person drawing my blood. This morning, the nurse had to draw blood from both arms.

I’m sick of this crap!

Next week, when I see my doctor, we are going to have a “come to Jesus meeting” about all these freakin’ office visits and lab work.

If these doctors would share with one another then we could cut the crap. But, they don’t share.

I’m telling you, this old broad is at the end of her rope.

It’s not just this lab work stuff that has me going. Other stuff, too.

Never thought I would say this, but the day I have my doctor’s appointment is the same day we might get hit by a tropical storm.

I’m pulling for the storm!

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