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March 13th, 2008

09:28 am - Worst Week Ever I called Abington Dermatology Associates today and changed my next appointment to be a with a different doctor.. or, I should say, with A doctor, because the guy I was seeing wasn't actually a doctor. The receptionist didn't sound surprised or ask me why. It's like she gets that all the time. I mean, I wouldn't have a problem with him not being a real doctor, if he was helping me. The guy comes in, looks at me for two seconds, writes out 2-3 prescriptions that will cost me $200 each, tells me to come back in a month, then rushes out of there like he has somewhere more important to be. Meanwhile, not only are his prescriptions NOT helping, they actually seem to be making my acne WORSE. It's worse than it's ever been in my entire life. I was actually doing better with the OTC crap I was using before I went to see him. I was all ready to tell this to the receptionist when I called, but she didn't seem concerned. So I'm giving a real doctor a shot, and if things don't improve in a few months, I'll decide I've just been wasting my time and go back to DIY acne prevention. No offense "Kevin," but I need someone who's going to spend a little more time actually examining the problem, and a little less time just blindly throwing over-priced prescriptions at it. In other news, I've been having a bad week, for a number of reasons. Mostly I haven't been getting much sleep, and I'm frustrated with my job and my inability to find a better one. Getting turned down for that position because of my lack of a car and driver's license really pissed me off and put a damper on the whole rest of the week. I had two awesome opportunities and got shot down both times. Now here I am, stuck at the world's longest temp job, squandering my talents daily from 8:15 to 4:15, and I'm exhausted. Yesterday I got up earlier than usual, sort of by accident. In my tired daze I forgot what time I usually get up. I'm still not sure what time I was getting up before this week. Anyway, I had extra time so I watched the second half of an episode of Night Court. It was awesome, so I did it again today. Harry was unknowingly dating a porn star. Classic. Not that having more time in the morning has made me any less tired or any earlier for work. I didn't get a very good night's sleep last night. First, I had a weird dream where I was a vampire hunter and I was trying to save a little girl from a house full of the undead. Is there a story in that? Perhaps. I woke up in the middle of it with a really bad pain in my shoulder. It was like I dislocated it or something. I couldn't move it. That was around 3am. So I tried to go back to sleep without moving my arm. Then I woke up again at 5am because I had to use the bathroom, and when I got in there I saw a huge bug running around on the floor. At least, I think it was a bug. I didn't have my glasses on, but it was big and brown and it moved really fast. It was too fast for me to kill it and it escaped under the door, to roam around freely through my apartment. So naturally, I developed "bug paranoia." You know, that feeling you get after seeing a bug in your house, where you think it may be lurking behind every corner. You're afraid you'll step on it with your bare feet, or that it will be resting on your pillow when you lie down, or be floating in your glass of water when you take a sip. That's how I felt, anyway. So I had trouble getting back to sleep after that, because I kept thinking I'd find a freakishly large bug crawling up my leg under the blankets. I just hope it wasn't a cockroach. The way those buggers multiply... *shudder* When I got up at 5am, Percy of course demanded to know why. He followed me back to bed, meowing loudly, as he usually does, then jumped in the bed next to me and continued running his mouth for another ten minutes or so. I wish I knew what he was saying all the time. I mean, he never shuts up. Is he highly opinionated, or does he just like to hear himself talk? I used to say of my sister Dana that she needed to talk to breathe, like sharks need to swim to breathe. I think Percy needs to talk to move, because the only time he's not talking is when he's lying down. Um.. that's pretty much it. I'm unhappy with my job and my lack of a career, I'm tired, my shoulder hurts, and I have really bad acne. The good news is, Chris and I got really close to beating Streets of Rage 2 on hard last night. Woot. Current Location: Disgruntlevania Current Mood: exhausted Current Music: Buddy Holly

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