So I went to the doctor again today - my doctor (Dr. Ng) wasn't in and when I'd seen him on Saturday he told me to see someone else. I saw Dr. Wilson. After spending 45 minutes in the waiting room I finally went in to see this muppet...
He looks at my file and says "So, you're here about your flu, right? Not the accident?" Ummm, WTF? I said "Uh, no. Dr. Ng told me to come back to check on my injuries." He says, "Because you were in a car accident, yeah?" *sigh*....
Then he starts telling me that the accident was my fault and how he can't do anything because Dr. Ng needs to do it and all this shit. THEN he realises I work at St. George and starts going on and on about his homeloan woes. FIFTEEN MINUTES OF THIS SHIT and then he walks me out with a certificate for my flu. "Come back and see Dr. Ng." ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH!
So I'm frustrated, I'm emotional, I'm sore, I'm fucking SICK and all I want is to go home and relax but because my house has no food and no cleaning products I have to stop at Woollies. I spend the next 20 minutes buying my shit and drive home just to break down and cry. Now I can't stop.................
I don't know what happened in that accident but I feel like it opened a fucking gate. I can't stand being alone right now because everything makes me cry. I just need some heavier drugs to knock me out until I'm not sick anymore.
Anyway.. I just feel like I'm not in control of anything.. Like that small moment in time really shook my body to its core. I'm not a cryer. I don't cry at the drop of a hat. The last four days though? I've cried enough to spill the ocean.
On a lighter note, I had a strange dream the other night. I dreamt that I had to roll the bottoms of my pants up to walk through mud or something. When I woke up in the morning my left pyjama leg was rolled up!! Bizarre right?
I'm going to find something to busy myself with. Work probably.... I don't want to feel like a psycho anymore!!!
LOVE! xx
He looks at my file and says "So, you're here about your flu, right? Not the accident?" Ummm, WTF? I said "Uh, no. Dr. Ng told me to come back to check on my injuries." He says, "Because you were in a car accident, yeah?" *sigh*....
Then he starts telling me that the accident was my fault and how he can't do anything because Dr. Ng needs to do it and all this shit. THEN he realises I work at St. George and starts going on and on about his homeloan woes. FIFTEEN MINUTES OF THIS SHIT and then he walks me out with a certificate for my flu. "Come back and see Dr. Ng." ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH!
So I'm frustrated, I'm emotional, I'm sore, I'm fucking SICK and all I want is to go home and relax but because my house has no food and no cleaning products I have to stop at Woollies. I spend the next 20 minutes buying my shit and drive home just to break down and cry. Now I can't stop.................
I don't know what happened in that accident but I feel like it opened a fucking gate. I can't stand being alone right now because everything makes me cry. I just need some heavier drugs to knock me out until I'm not sick anymore.
Anyway.. I just feel like I'm not in control of anything.. Like that small moment in time really shook my body to its core. I'm not a cryer. I don't cry at the drop of a hat. The last four days though? I've cried enough to spill the ocean.
On a lighter note, I had a strange dream the other night. I dreamt that I had to roll the bottoms of my pants up to walk through mud or something. When I woke up in the morning my left pyjama leg was rolled up!! Bizarre right?
I'm going to find something to busy myself with. Work probably.... I don't want to feel like a psycho anymore!!!
LOVE! xx
