Last Friday, I woke up with excrutiating pain in my arm/hand. I ended up having to call in to work and go to the campus clinic. I spent all day there, got x-rays, blood work, etc. I had to go back on Tuesday. Turns out, even though I have elevated white blood cell counts, inflamation, awful joint pain and a bone cyst, that they have NO idea what's wrong with me. Basically, I got a pat on the back and 'that sucks'. She said if it gets worse, make an appointment with a Rhumetologist. Oh, but they have a 4 month wait list.
So work on Wed had me working in the basement archiving 13 years worth of newspapers. There was no system whatsoever, so I came up with one that made sense to me. I ran it by her and she said it sounded great. I get all but 4 years done and she comes to check on me. She then tells me...oh, I think you should do it this way now. I couldn't help it, I went to the bathroom and just cried. It made my hand hurt sooo bad and got me really frustrated with her. I have to redo every single thing now.
So tonight, my hand is really acting up, it's trying to sorta cramp up on itself. And I'm about to cry with the thought of going into work tomorrow.
"In the old days my ass would be in your back yard picking cotton, so excuse me if I don't put much stock in how f*cking awesome the old days were." -Nuggs