exning

I hate hospitals. And let me tell you why:
Today I went into the emergency room for a much needed answer to a sharp pain that has been on my side for 2 weeks since the break up. As they take my information the lady precedes:
lady: "any surgeries?"
me: "no"
lady: "any anxiety/depression/suicide attempts"
me: "yee-"
lady: *picks up phone* "Hello? Hi!..... (continues to chat for about 5 minutes)
lady: "Oh those are pretty. Whered you get your tattoos done?"

...like WTF? Aside from the rude interruption, it's not like SHE'S going to know where I got my tattoos done.

And, they basically made me wait 3 hours only to see me for about 3 minutes and prescribe me motrin and only doing a pee test. I basically gave up. If it's a pulled muscle that has been hurting on a healthy 21 year old for 2 weeks, then I should be happy in a couple days when it suddenly "goes away" as they said. Haha lord.

I love bitching on SG lol. Hopefully I'll post a happy blog soon, or maybe some pictures. I do have a photoshoot coming up soon