So I did it, I went to the clinic about my bleeding. (I have been bleeding for 82 days now.)  At any rate I at least will get an appointment with an O.B.G.Y.N. but I don’t know when that will happen. I also got a prescription for two weeks of sleeping pills, but I have to wait for an hour or so to see if I can afford them. My sister is nervous about the side effects they might have, and I am worried too. This will be my first time ever taking sleeping pills. I am going to read the pamphlet about them very carefully.

 I tried to get more things fixed while I was there, (Like the RLS, loss of appetite, forgetting to eat, poor concentration, the diabetes, sore teeth and gums and a wart on my finger ) but I was told that they only deal with one problem at a time. So I asked if I went out and came back in if I could get the rest taken care of. I was told no.

 The doctors’ attitude caused me to feel like crap. I won’t go for help again. I will wait till I am so sick and unconscious. Being too weak to fight will be the only way any one will get me to a doctor again. I’ll just pretend that I live in the dark ages, and cut the wart off my finger my self.

 I just want to cry. It was so hard for me to seek help (Hence the 82 days.) Then to be treated like I was asking for too much, (How dare I request medical help)

 I feel the only way I will get help is to do something drastic. (No need to worry though, I am too tired to do anything right now.)

WOW!!! I just got a call. The specialist will see me tomorrow at 1:45pm. I guess it must be worse then I thought. Hmmm……I wonder how many appointments I have to go through to be fixed.

I’ll keep you all posted.