On my way to yet another doctors appointment. I wonder what she'll say today. "well you need to loose weight, this isnot uncommon, just let it do what it wants to do." I don't want to hear any of those things today. I want to hear "I was doing so research and I think it may be (fill in blank). Here is what I think we need to do to stop the problem."

Could things be worse? Of course they could. They could have found cancer or something else terrible. Instead I just play the guessing game. Better than cancer right? If course it is. But for some reason that doesn't make me feel better. Instead sometimes I can't walk down the steer and sweat cause it feels like my boob is on fire. It hurts when I hit a pothole or crack in the ground when I drive. And just when I think it will make me completely crazy, my wound opens and leaks some yellow and red substance. Yeah it releaves the pressure but it is gross and embarrassing. God forbid I don't wear the right bra and the mess gets on my shirt. Or like Saturday morning I wake up with it all over the sheet right as I am about to get my freak on, which already doesn't happen enough (probably my fault. Hurting boobs and my other medical issues doesn't always put me in the mood). Anyway needlesstosay I didn't get my freak on and just cried instead.

Well I am walking there now and sweat is bothering me. I think I'll catch the bus the rest of the way. I'll let you know how it goes. Wish me luck. Better yet pray for me. I don't believe in luck.