Next time I go and see the fucking doctor, I'm gonna ask to see my old one and not any old doctor 'COS THAT FUCK FACE WAS A COMPLETE AND UTTER CUNT.

Right, knee problems for a YEAR. So, to make them better I have to do these "exercises"... WTF, I do them already before I go to sleep and after I left Miyavi too for a good while, so fat lot of help that is. But even worse, my knee fucking wrecks after he messed with it. Okay, so I understand it's his job and all that shit, but, when I was lying on the bed, he was bending my bad knee so much I was cringing and about to cry. But obviously, you need to howl in pain or something, 'cos theres fuck all wrong with it. EXCUSE ME D< Here's a little scenario for you:

Doctor: -bends knee to the left- "Does that hurt..." -doesn't wait for reply- "No."
Keita: -cringes- "It hurts the..." -is about to point but doesn't get the chance too-
Doctor: -bends knee straight towards chest- (AND FUCK ME THAT HURT D< ) "Does that hurt..." -doesn't wait for reply- "No."
Keita: -cringes even more to the point of eyes watering- "Yes, that really hu..."
Doctor: -continues-
Keita: -dies-

Seriously, thats exactly how it fucking was. EXCUSE ME, but my mother now has arthritis 'cos of some knee complaint she had... HELLO ? AND you were the one who helped her out, so why the fuck is my knee crinkling under my skin... I DO NOT KNOW.

And the migraines. LOL. 'Cos he ain't seen me enough and lalalalalala, he can't issue a sick note. Fair enough, but when you prescribe what I had before all I can do is LOL in your fucking face 'cos YES, I did OD on them... but I'm not gonna tell you that am I. COS YOU WON'T GIVE ME ANYTHING STRONGER !! And yes, I have had three co-codomol, the pain is still there.

TWAT.

And supposedly, all anxiety is as serious as mine. So, I was not crying or shaking or anything like that in the doc's this morn. Even my mom came in the end AND was gonna come in with me, and I couldn't even say a thing properly in the doc's room 'cos I had not seen the doc before and so I panicked... basically... "I'll make you a counseling appointment. It'll arrive in the post within a week."

-sighs- I know there is more wrong here... and I'm fuming.
Basically 'cos mum has been hounding me all day trying to make me apply for managers job positions which I am not qualified for, not forgetting she wants money and she wants it now, and well... lets just say she now believes she is right, because it is ALL IN MY HEAD. Phone charm anyone ? I still need to get a laminator and eyelets, but have the hangy bits and can draw...

-Failure-

BUT LOOK, I WENT. I hope everyone is happy, 'cos I have never felt so sick.

-waits for Dad-
Because I need a break now, plzkthanx.

Diabetic check up on Thursday. I don't see the point in going 'cos my diabetes is FINE.