Going to scream. Fair enough, the doctor won't give me any steroids. Apparently the small risk of bursting my aneurysm is too great. And it's too late, now anyway.
Given that I have felt like death warmed up for a month, I think that should have been my choice to make, my risk to take.
What really drives me mad is she has offered me nothing to help, at all. I know it's not her fault because there isn't much she can offer.
But, oooh, how about some painkillers, or some Neurontin, or some Valium, or some counselling, or some PT, or some bloody thing.
I'm so sick of her sad labrador eyes, and paying her $130 a throw.
She's obsessed with my blood pressure, which is now just hunky dory, because it's something she can fix.
Given that I have felt like death warmed up for a month, I think that should have been my choice to make, my risk to take.
What really drives me mad is she has offered me nothing to help, at all. I know it's not her fault because there isn't much she can offer.
But, oooh, how about some painkillers, or some Neurontin, or some Valium, or some counselling, or some PT, or some bloody thing.
I'm so sick of her sad labrador eyes, and paying her $130 a throw.
She's obsessed with my blood pressure, which is now just hunky dory, because it's something she can fix.
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