I love doctors visits. No, really. *sigh* So tomorrow I get bloodwork to see if I'm anymore screwed up than we had previously believed, and probably later that same day I'll be picking up my prescription for glucophage. No, I am not diabetic. It's for poly cystic ovary, which is not something anyone wants to hear about, nor am I writing down many thoughts from my doctors visit for similar reasons. But. I'm happier with this doctor than the last one. PCO basically occurs because my body is resistant to insulin. Treating it at the level of the insulin is a better idea than treating it by forcing my body to just get past other symptoms (the birth control method). Not to mention that it's a damned sight easier to get your health care provider to cover glucophage no questions asked. Only one thing... apparently a side effect of glucophage is hyperactivity. Does anyone really think I need that? No.

After the doctor my father and I headed over to Sears, because he managed to acquire a flat on his way to pick me up. Party on a stick. So then we visited what wants to be the only advertised Thai restaurant in Nassau county, but isn't due to its failure to exist. Damnit, I want Thai food. Someday I'll have the time, the learning and the resources to do it myself.

I really need to get in contact with genuine people. I just don't get to see any of my friends when I'm stuck here, and it's warping my view of reality.
posted by Unknown at 10:44 PM