All My Problems Are Mine

I am completely normal according to my genetic profile. All 46 chromosomes present & accounted for. So, all my high blood pressure, scoliosis, freckles, weirdly shaped neck, low hairline & forehead, small hands & feet, high arches, narrow palate and menstrual difficulties are just me.

Went to a cardiologist yesterday & got another abnormal EKG. And that was just about how he phrased it, too: "Well, it's not normal." Thank you for your brevity, doctor. Now, whaffuck does 'it's not normal' mean? Got another stress test planned for my vacation, as if my being on vacation isn't stressful enough. I think these people just think I need to run on a treadmill every once in awhile. Got the sleep study planned, also - wheedled some Lunesta samples out of the doctor today. Even if I have sleep apnea, I am not going to use a CPAP mask. No way, no how, can I sleep with shit strapped to my head every day. Ain't gonna happen.

Dr. Portney's husband, the other Dr. Portney, has a kidney angiogram plotted out for me. If it's invasive, it isn't gonna happen, and possibly an ovarian test of some kind. Now that Turner's Syndrome has been ruled out, they want to know what the heck keeps my b.p. up & my period down.

All I know is that Rob is driving me apeshit. He's not supposed to have sex, so he keeps giving himself blueballs. Dumb ass - I doubt blueballs are any healthier for his testicle than an orgasm would be. I also have a Pre-Algebra final today, and I found out I have to take not one more math class before I can take one that actually counts, but two more. That really blows in ways nothing else in my life can compare to. Have I mentioned how much I absolutely abhor school?

Math Final

I think I did ok on my pre-algebra final. I should pull through most of these classes w/B's. I also think that my computer class term paper will probably end up being written at 11:00pm on the day it is due by midnight. Yup, feels like high school all over again.