I HUNG UP THE PHONE.

Are you Freakin' Kidding Me? That's what I wanted to say, but didn't. Instead I bit down on the inside of my lip until I couldn't take it any more and I hang up that damn phone. (Pardon my English...but I'm pretty something right now)

Over the last month I have felt like CRAP. Tired, bloated, DIZZY, sweat pits, and a slew of other things I probably shouldn't mention here. Needless to say, I felt like and still feel like CRAP. So much so that while teaching step aerobics last week I fell off my step.

After a month of frustration, I finally went to the doctor. Begrudgingly paid my fifteen dollar copay (yeah, think of the great yardsale finds I could buy with that) and went in to see the doc. He checked my ears, eyes, throat, lungs...and some other areas (hm. hm. hm.) And then had the nurse take my blood for blood tests. Being the strong person that I am (hm. hm. hm.) I endured all the exams and the bloody test. We talked about my symptoms and he concurred that it most likely was my thyroid not functioning correctly again. Oh well, at least I know that can be fixed with a little bit of meds.

I waited patiently until the doc finally called back yesterday. I was ready to jump in my ghetto truck and cruise down to the Walmart to pick up my prescription, WHEN, the doc said it wasn't my thyroid! What the friggin' crap? Then what? He suggested I come in for another exam and more tests.

So I said, "Do I have to pay another fifteen dollar copay?" and he says, "Um, yes."

Of course that's ridiculous, so I hung up the damn phone on him! (and swore in a not so under my breath manner...there's no way I am paying another fifteen dollars of precious yardsaling money to have the doc poke and prod me.)

ASK THE AUDIENCE: Don't you agree with me? That's fifteen dollars!!!