(long sigh)....... Here we go again
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Ok, so today has been the day from hell. I knew I had a doctors appointment. My dad made one for me last week because I have a real tender spot on my stomach, and it's getting bigger and worse. So today we go to the doctors and he presses on it real hard and I kinda yelped a little. Then he feels all around it to see how big it is, and I tell him that it's gotten bigger. Then he sits back and takes off his glasses and asks me about my appetite. I tell him that I'm eating ok, but my dad jumps in and says that I havent been eating good at all compared to how I normally eat.
So, he tells me to be honest about what I usually eat at school, and I tell him that I eat fritos and a m&m cookie all day. So then he drops the big question......have i been on a diet lately....I tell him no, because I havent been, and he looked at me like I was lying. So, he asks if Im sure, and I promise him I havent been dieting.
See, the last time I got really sick was when I went on a diet and didnt tell anyone about it. I ended up in the hospital for a few days because I only wieghed 87 pounds and I was supposed to be 110. Even after I got out of the hosptial, I had to drink these nasty shakes and my dad and my stepmom watched me to make sure I took them. When I went to school, the vice principal made sure I drank my shakes when it was time and that I ate some lunch. Of course, even if he hadnt, my friends were on my case about it too, so they woulda made me drink them. That was last year.
So anyway, when the nurse weighed me when we were walking to the room where we waited for the doctor, I wieghed 102 pounds. That means I lost 11 pounds since my last appointment, when I was 113. The thing is, I'm hungry all the time, and I have been eating a lot. Lately, though, I haven't felt too good, and I guess I don't really think much about food. I eat when I go to work, and I always have dinner when I get home at night. I even eat dessert sometimes.
Ok, back to the doctor. He tells me that he doesn't like the sore spot and sends me for some x-rays. Well, then we have to go downstairs and wait like 45 minutes for them to call us up. The whole time, my dads stressing out. He kept reaching for his cell but there was a big sign that said no cell phone use, so he had to put it away. Finally we get called back and here's where he totally embarrases me........the lady giving me the x-rays was telling me to face different directions, and when we were done, my dad was asking her why she didnt have me standing in all these other positions and kinda yelling at her that there was no way that they could see everything because they missed spots.. I wanted to die right there.
So now that Im totally embarrased we go back upstairs and wait for someone to come back and talk to us about the xrays. They took us back and the doctor said that he wanted to send me to a specialist, so we had to go to Norfolk to Sentara for some stupid nuclear department they have. I had to lay down in the same loud machine they put me in last year and they rubbed red crap all over my chest and made me lay still.
So anyway, we spent all day at the doctors office until 3 in the afternoon. I still made it home in time to get to work in time, but my dad was tripping out and talked to my supervisor when we got there. He told her that I might have to quit because he thinks it's too much stress on me. I was soooooo pissed.
So now, instead of going to school tomorrow, I get to spend the day at CHKD in Norfolk while they make sure Im not dying or whatever(rolls eyes). I'm sure it's something gay and everyones just flipping out over nothing.
I just hate it because it seems like I'm always having some kind of medical drama and I'm sick of it. I'm sick of the tumors, and I'm sick of the surgeries. I'm sick of seeing my dad and my stepmom stress out over crap like this, and I hate how it makes them fight. They're like the perfect couple, but they fight like crazy whenever stuff like this happens because they're too stressed out and won't calm down.
My dad was so worried last night that he stayed up till like 2 in the morning. I could hear him in his office working. That's what he does when he's freaking out about something. He gets on his office pc and works.
So when I get home from work, the first thing I notice is that my dad and my stepmom arent speaking. Great. 
I just want all of this to be over so we can get on with things.
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