This whole thing is so frustrating. I've felt like shit for a week and a half and there's nothing I can do but sit here and suffer. They asked me over and over if I could be pregnant and I can't. I know FOR SURE my eggo is not preggo.
So the doctor kept on talking and asking all kinds of questions which got her nowhere, then decided to do lab work. ALL OF IT CAME BACK NORMAL. Now, I'm not saying I WANT something to be wrong with me, but if something had come back abnormal at least I would know what was wrong.
Now I get to continue suffering with random waves of god awful nausea and dizzy spells. Hope I don't pass out or puke in class. I have a degree in history and anthropology to get people.
This is the look I give Jonathan when he tells me I have class and I feel like puking on him.
This is what I look like during class...
...and this is how I look after class and after spending two fucking hours at the doctors office only to hear that they don't fucking know what the fuck is wrong with me.
Damn doctors -_-
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