I saw the doc today. I'm on a z-pack, decongestant, saline spray and of course, my inhaler. Life just doesn't get any better. The pounding in my head never ends. I wish I could just chisel the little fellow who's drilling in my head out and put him in the garbage disposal. The doc asked what one thing I would like her to take care of the most. The most?! This wasn't even my regular doctor, but her associate. I said, "i want you to fix everything!" Does this sound illogical? Why would I only have one thing fixed and leave all the other nuances to still mull around? TARDED. Not RETARDED, but TARDED. Ugh. It's going to be a long week. Oh yeah, she said not to kiss Ashly. I repeat, DON'T KISS ASHLY. I think she's on crack.
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