Nobody is online to talk to… and I am bored… 🙂
Recap from the last few days. Gap-Model Doctor Number Four has been discovered! Yesterday I went to see GMD2 (the rather lovely Dr. Carroll). He was very nice, went through the whole neurological exam again, asked me lots of questions, and was generally, well, lovely. But then he had to go get the Attending, since he’s only a Resident (or is it the other way around…) The Attending has now been labelled GMD4. Slightly older than GMD2, and with a different look. While GMD2 is young – probably mid-20’s – I’d guess that GMD4 is closer to 30. But he was quite dashing, very fit: the whole tall-dark-and-handsome thing. His new title was pronounced near 1:30 in the afternoon, in the Southeast Quadrant Elevator lobby. Mom thought it was all very funny.
You know, I really should marry a Doctor, what with all my bad luck when it comes to health.
I got to drive around a lot today, which was nice. I’ve been a little more coherent after getting a little more sleep last night. Dr. Carroll gave me some medication for my headaches which also conveniently makes me sleepy. Not serious knock-out medication – I need narcotics for that to work – just enough to make me feel like taking a nap. Sadly, that’s all I got last night, but it’s better than nothing. I slept from 12:30 to 4:30, but tried and failed to sleep. I kept falling asleep and waking up rapidly between 4:30 and 8:30, when I finally decided to give up.
At least I’m not staying awake literally all night. Although, I shouldn’t speak yet, who knows what will happen tonight.
I think I broke my nose. There’s a new bend in it, which was just what I needed. (We all know how I feel about my nose…) I think I’m going to have to have it looked at, because my Mom and one of my friends are certain I may have really broken it to the point that it might cause problems. Although, short of serious plastic surgery, I’m not sure they could really do anything about it. And I’m afraid of plastic surgery. I’d rather keep my bent nose than risk being scarred for life. I like my face the way it is, the extra bend just adds character… and really, it’s not too noticeable. No one else has mentioned anything about it except for the two people who happen to see me a lot day in and day out. Even the entire Gap-Model Doctor Brigade hasn’t noticed anything, and they really checked me up one side and down the other for bumps and bruises.
Someone decided to send me an email about my doofy little Harry Potter fan fic. I don’t mind getting emails, really. In fact, I quite like it normally. But I just don’t understand people like this. After having a really crappy day last week, having spent so much time in and out of hospitals, I get this stupid email telling me how crappy my book is, that I’m generally just an ignorant Cro-Magnon when it comes to writing, and that the entire plotline was more like a ruddy soap opera, blah blah blah. Why do people go out of their way to send hateful emails like this? It crossed that line between constructive criticism and downright uncouth rudeness. Why bother? I’m not selling a defective product, I’m not cheating anybody out of anything, I don’t play it up to be the next great work of literature. In fact, I even go out of my way to tell readers that I think it’s silly. Now why bother sending a five paragraph email to tell me I’m horrible? Thanks, you nasty person, but I think you have more problems than I do if you feel the need to degrade other people in such a manner, and over something as silly and meaningless as a fan fiction.
To top it all off, a few days ago, I also got an email berating me for not liking the Harry Potter films, and for trying to compare their production to Lord of the Rings in a review. Why? This week of all weeks, why the heck would someone write something like that? If you disagree with me, that’s great, that’s peachy, I’m keen for you to have your own opinion. But you don’t have to tell me I’m a bad person for not liking them, or for having some pretty strong opinions about a few VPs at Warner Brothers. That doesn’t make me a bad person, and that doesn’t give anybody the right to flame me for no good reason. And to make it all worse, it was an adult that wrote that email.
I’m not going to respond to those emails personally. They make me mad. Those last two paragraphs are nowhere close to what I wanted to write when I first read them. It’s just so pointless and stupid, and that makes me angry. Not so much the insults, just how heartless those people are. *sigh* People can really suck sometimes.
Yay! Someone came online for me to talk to! I think I’ll wrap this up then. Nighty-night, all.