I put off going to the doctor's til Wednesday cause I knew I'd have to get blood tests and all kinds of mean, nasty, ugly things done. So I was sittin' at the doctor's from 8am til noon. Of course she HAD to put me on a diet and I have some stupid f---ing pills I have to swallow every few hours. As a bonus I have to get more tests done on Monday to see if I'm OK. Yeah right... emo
The diet is just black tea and bread. Nothing else. Not even freakin' butter on that bread. I F---ING HATE TEA! And now I hate bread too. I miss food. And my stomach isn't doing any better. I hate how doctors think that a certain method of torture cures a certain illness. Surprisingly, I still feel like classified_poo AND all I get to eat is bread. What a mess-up.
My grandma's having her birthday party tomorrow (Saturday) and I'm going to church with my mom on Sunday. We're having lunch at her friends' house afterwards. And what do I get? "Oh here's some special bread and extra nasty tea for you."
I'll probably be crying when grandma hands out the cake. And she's got golden hands, so her cooking's delicious... Talk about torture. And repeat that on Sunday. "Oh we just made some *insert awesome food* and here's some bread for your daughter."
On Sunday, I get to try if I can hold potatoes or rice. Upgrade?
I'm gonna go weep over a pile of food I can't have, bye.
