Yet another personal post.

Well, my appointment with the doctor yesterday was massively disappointing. He told me in no uncertain terms that he didn't know what to do with me. I went home feeling like a huge failure and spent the rest of the day in bed. Thanks, Doc. Not. Got another appointment in 2 weeks, apparently to give the meds more time to settle. But I really got the sense from him that he wanted me to tell him what to do with me. How the hell should I know?! If I knew how to fix this shit, then I would bloody well be out there doing it right the fuck now!

I don't like this doctor. He's kind of an ass.

However, in the waiting room I was pleasantly surprised. I was sitting there trying discreetly to relieve the pressure in my ears. It goes haywire every time I have a cold and since the "popping" of my eardrums often make my eyes water and my nose run, I was holding a tissue in front of my face and I suspect I was making some sniffly noises. An elderly couple in front of me were casting me glances and when I was done sniffling, the wife came over and patted me on the shoulder and asked if she could sit with me. She then proceeded to make small talk, being exceptionally nice and only then did it occur to me that she may have thought I was crying earlier. Every once in a while, my faith in humanity is restored. :o)

And now I really need to make some more fannish posts, because this is just too depressing.