The blood drawing in IC. The free clinic sucked ass. I mean, they are providing a great service to people who can't afford it, but I really hated the vibe there, and my mom and Collin left me alone for an hour, and the people at the desk freaking FORGOT about me, even though I was sitting in PLAIN view right in front of them.... I had a feeling, so I got up and asked if they needed the prescription, and they were like - but you saw someone right? and I said, no I hadn't seen ANYONE yet... and I walk into the creepy little lab room and start crying, and after explaining my fear, and my day, and my fainting thing they are all nice to me and take me back to lie down while they draw the blood and then they gave me Fig Newton cookies afterwards. And I'm really glad it was the boy and not the girl because she was acting very ditzy, but she was really nice and brought me tissues. Funnily enough I actually did quite well afterwards, but the anticipation leading up was killer awful, not to mention LONG, since they FORGOT about me... there were a lot of people there, but jeez. Beggars can't be choosers though. One of the tests alone would have been $110 at JeffCo. Not to mention $10 draw fee. Mom put $10 in the donation box. So it really was a bargain. I suppose I'm paying for it a bit somehow though eh? with tax money? probably. No fun dude. I would have asked sooner, except I didn't want to do it. :( They got my other arm. I feel very battered and bruised from every angle.
Some of the girls are suggesting the ankle sprain is connected with things like "taking the next step" and "independence/dependence" issues. left is feminine. we have a lot of healers in our group. My goodness. We should start a clinic or spa or something...
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