So I went and saw The Lady Doctor, Doctor for Ladies and now I have some
f*cking expensive homeopathic cream and some supplements but what I really wanted was DRUGS and PILLS and PLEASE, but no, instead I got the old, "Let's not forget you are a 39 year old woman with a cardiologist in her life..." and I was all, "Cardiwhaaa?" because I often like to forget that I am a 39 year old woman with a cardiologist. (tiny for forgetting)
My levels were all normal-ish... and while I was hoping for something glaring like a beacon of, "lookee here, this is what is wrong!" obviousness, it's always a good moment to get negative test results on any disease beginning with the letter "c".
I was so hoping for a prescription to that new birth control pill with the jazzy bastardized Twisted Sister jingle... Yeah, I'm not gonna take it! Clears zits and bad moods and bloating and quite frankly that all sounds right up my particular alley of need.
But, still as I am symptomatic (perhaps the fact I was sweating in her 45 degree office backed up my claim) and so for a month I am use
these magic beans this cream at night, because it is going to relaxxxx me soooo much that I will rub it on and omg.... sleeeeppppppzzzzzzz.
Also, in other news, 3 hours with Svetlana (the Ukrainian supermodel hairdresser) have made me a brunette and not one
damn fool member of my family noticed.
And the Santa Ana winds are bringing on the headaches.... and not in a Def Leppard kind of way.