All the Horrible Girliness

Gonna Wash That Man Right Outta My Hair

When I'm really sick, I usually have one bit of a song going through my head on repeat, broken-record style. Today, it's this.

Gonna wash that man right outta my hair Gonna wash that man right outta my hair Gonna wash that man right outta my hair

It's maddening.

The sickness is getting worse, and my doctor's office is, as usual, not helpful. They're condescending on the phone. I feel like I'm known as *that girl* who calls constantly asking for outrageous things. I know I am not that girl, because I fear being that girl. I am nice, polite, patient, and clear when I call my doctor's office, which isn't often. I do not complain, ever, not even when they make me wait upwards of ninety minutes after my appointment time. I am sheepish around my doctor, I don't waste his time. I am unsure what I did to deserve this treatment. I have to assume that it isn't me. The office simply has taken on too many patients.

I was hoping I'd have a more pleasant experience with my doctor this time, that I'd be with them for twenty weeks and then go to the midwife, but I'm thinking that if indeed this is a healthy pregnancy, I'll spend the extra grand and stick with the midwife from day one.

This sickness is freaking me out. I am not tired, I'm exhausted. The last time I remember being so exhausted was after my first kickboxing class. I went home and fell asleep on the floor just inside the door, still in my workout clothes. I woke in that steaming carpet sweat sludge with the seams of my clothing cutting my skin into Tron-like portions.

And it was like this last time. It started earlier, but it was just like this. I was unable to get up from bed, absolutely UNABLE. I had no energy to move. I have no idea how mankind reproduced itself when all you need is a ton of food, and the very smell of it makes you gag. It makes you want to shake your fist at god.

Gonna wash that man

posted by Samus @ 4:33 PM