Monday, August 18, 2008

Orthopedist Part 1

Yes, you read that right. But in case you didn't know or were to lazy to look up the definition of "orthopedist" I'll spare you. And if you know you can skip the next sentence.
An orthopedist is a doctor who specializes in bones, joints; mostly the foot area. And in some cases, your nails will associate with such a specialist.
Well, a lot of you know of my toe nail problem. It is splitting in two, but that's not the reason why at 12:45 pm I had an appointment with Dr. Jonathan Lee. I told myself I wouldn't write about this, but I rather write about it here than answer 97836981763 messages on myspace. So... here we go.

This all happened yesterday.

We were at church. By "we" I mean my mother and myself. The only people in my family interested in church. We were havin' a good time, everyone was chillin' blah blah blah. So it's about 4:30 and everyone wants to go home. Well, at least I did. I'm sitting on the very edge of the taking a tiny dirt stain off my skirt talking to the very dressed up Matt. My legs were completely outstretched (because how are you going to sit down on a low sidewalk with a skirt on?) and I didn't see it (of course I didn't see it because if I had this wouldn't have happened) but the huge ass car to my right started to back up and practically crushed my foot. Instantly I screamed "Oh Fu--!!" and backed away like a frightened mouse. The driver immediately drove forward and ran out of the car. It was Dennis. The bass player. My favorite music teacher. Thank God it was him; I would have kicked the f---- out of the mthr fckr.

I made a drawing. It resembles something along the lines of "something done in 2 minutes or less" or "depressed hopeless artist threw away his latest 'work'"





So my mom was all frantic and pissed off. That's how Mexican parents are: their child gets hurt and they start beating them up and insulting them instead of helping. After everyone backed away from the huge worried circle they'd formed around me and Matt, Dennis offered my mother and I a trip to the good ol' doctor. We got there. He just made me take off my pantyhose and shoe which was almost impossible and said to cool it down with ice and that it wasn't a big deal because my toes hadn't suddenly fallen off or whatever. Anyway, he didn't do anything.

I went back today, like I was supposed to. My foot isn't as swollen as it was yesterday. My toenail is almost completely in two. He was more worried about that than the foot itself. And I got five shots. My arms hurt. It turns out I have some sickness or whatever I don't remember what it's called. Something about weakness.



Anndddd, I'm back to eating meat. Vegetarian my ass. My doctor says I can try again when I'm 17. Two years, whoopee. The only meat I'm eating is chicken and fish. Please don't call me a pescetarian, I seriously hate that word. EVERYONE wants to be a pescetarian. "Oh, it's just so much healthier" "I'm trying to watch my weight" "I'm half vegetarian". All shit. Whatever happened to I JUST DON'T LIKE FLESH IN TAKE ? Fu-- you dumb stupid whores. I saw some video on a dumb girl named "Hannah Beth" on YouTube. You know how you're watching something and all of a sudden you end up on some other topic? Well yeah. She made me feel stupid. Made me feel like there is no hope in this world. AHHHH! Her voice is so annoying. She's such a spoiled fckr, seriously. All she cares about is fashion and fck like that. LET'S SEE YOU TAKE OFF YOUR MAKE UP BITCH, I BET YOU LOOK LIKE THE SHIT YOU REALLY ARE INSIDE.

*sigh* And so many smart people look up to her. Like Lizzy. She's so obsessed with her. First she claims that she wants to be a pescetarian because hannah says it's healthy. Then suddenly she's obsessed with David Bowie and Sex and the City. And then just as suddenly, it turns out vintage is her style, everything about the 50's fascinates her and she won't wear jeans anymore because hannah says that jeans are out and leggings are in. COME ON!! WAKE UP! OPEN YOUR STARSTRUCK EYES TO IDIOCY YOU'RE FOLLOWING AND THE POSER JOKE YOU'RE BECOMING.

Sorry Lizzy. I know you're reading this. But there was no way I could make you listen to me. I'm just trying to help you. But you know what? This isn't even my deal. Copy her and do whatever she says to do. Maybe when she says that bald is in you'll think twice.

Blehhhhh

I have to go back to the doctor tomorrow and get more shots. I grew half an inch. Only 1 1/2 inches away from six feet. Yesssssss.

Oh, and in case you have an itch to ask, no Warped for me :) YIPEE!! I've never been so glad that church was in the way of something I wanted to do. Well, in this case, didn't want to attend.

:)