So we went to the Doctor's today. I got to sleep in because my appointment was at 11, and Mom would have had to come pick me up at 10, and that meant I would only be in 1st period, which for me is study hall.
So we went there and it was SO annoying because they had us wait there FOREVER. After about half an hour the nurse finally came and weighed me in. I'm 84.8 lbs. Last time I was there, I was about 86 lbs. s**t. I really don't need to lose weight right now. Now I have to go somewhere so they can take out my blood or something like that to make sure there isn't something wrong with me that's making me so skinny. I think I grew a tiny bit taller too. (Or so Mom said.) And then my temperature was taken, and so was my blood pressure. And apparently she couldn't find my pulse the first time, so she had to do it a SECOND time. And I really really hate that thing around my arm. It hurts, and my arm felt funny afterward.
So then my doctor came in, after another long wait, and we talked to her for a little while. Mom asked her if it was alright if I took a break from my birth control pills, she said it was fine, especially since I'm not sexually active (and I bet I'm going to be for a very long time.) I also mentioned my depression to her, like Joeru-niichan told me I should do. I didn't tell her much at first because she wanted my mom to be out of the room before we talked. So once my mom left I gave her the nutshell of what was going on. She left and let me change into one of those stupid gown things, came back and told me she was worried about my depression.
s**t.
That's not a good thing to hear.
So she said she actually did want to talk to my mom about it, and put me on medication. So when Mom came up she prescribed me something called Prozac. It's really generic stuff for depression, and she's just going to start me out with a little. One reason is because one of the side affects of it is increased thoughts of suicide. Ho'yeah. Some good those are. She also wants me to see a counselor, so I have 'someone private to confide in, who's bound by law not to tell anyone anything.' Yippee.
Then they sprung a shot on me. I can't remember what it was for, either Cervical Cancer or some other disease thingie, but I'm pretty sure it's the latter, because the former requires 3 shots spread out over a certain period of time.
I got a Tweety Bird bandaid.
So that's pretty much my whole trip to the doctor's.
After that we went to McDonald's, and I got fries and a chocolate shake. My mom was brave and got a cheeseburger (after reading Fast Food Nation, I think anyone who can eat from Mickey D's and not get sick deserves a medal.)
Then I went back to school, just in time for 8th period, which for me was Spanish. I walked in and everyone's like "She lives!" and I told my friend about the anti-depressants and what-not.
I also told another friend of mine during the One Act, and she thought me being depressed was total bullshit. But I guess I don't really let people at school see me depressed. And only a few people know that I am depressed; anyone who pays attention to my MySpace, and Joel.
Anyway, the One Act went by quickly. Somehow we spent 2 hours figuring out what we're going to do with props and such during the competition. I feel semi-important, because I get to set up all the props on Stage Right. AND pick them back up. Oh yeah.
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