I couldn't be anymore irritated than I am right now.
I HATE hospitals. I never feel taken care of and they definitely don't remember anything I say.
X~ray during pregnancy?? FUCK!!!
Hopefully, like the miserable, underpaid, overworked assholes they are, they'll come back soon and try to put me on more medication that treats symptoms I don't have.
I need to go home.
I've got some regrets I'm not done regretting. I've spent a lot of time being embarrassed about being a doormat. A lot of, "what ifs" and, "fuuuuuuuuck, now I know what I put that one ex of mine through" have led me to where I'm at now.
I am expecting a fourth, alone again, and this time? It was my decision. I do feel slightly sad, but I know this is healthier for me than being verbally and emotionally battered every other day...or every day...or every time I ask for a favor...who knows how often it is...the moodswings are unpredictable.
And I'm not fucking taking them. Excuse me for the Carol Brady, geisha girl, June Cleaver masks of my past...but I'm not that girl anymore. His loss is my gain.
