Dear Die-ary...

Oh wow, look at the color on that!! I've just done yet another p1ss test. The yellow one is normal, that is, no sugar/glucose/whatever you want to call it, in your p1ss. Light green is diabetic. Dark green is such a lovely color! (Note to self, never use scanner again...)

But still, that is the main theme of today. Appart from the fact that today was the last day of skool this term. Such creme eggs I gave out! Such grateful thanks I got! Such devious soul-destroying stares I got... Yes, some b1tches weren't thankful at all. These were the people I considered as my 'friends'. In fact, I only got 3 easter eggs anyway, from Charlie, Jade, and Jonesy. Everybody else hates my guts. Well, Fred said she would have given me this chocolate duck, but it got crushed. The thought is there. Everyone else may go to hell.

Anyway, back to the 'main theme'. I FINALLY went to the doctors today!! Whipee!! (A new word...'whipee'.) But, the only reason for going there was just for my megalomaniacal eczema. Yes, it is megalomaniacal. At the moment, as it moves around a lot, it's on my hands and my arms. Every once in a while, blood is drawn. It's deliciouzzzzzzzzz. I'm starting to think the eczema's going to spread to my legs again... Ah well. So, there I was, with my Mom, in the doctor's room. That sounds so wrong, but you know what I mean. Unfortunately, it was the gittish doctor that my Dad hates. Fortunately, he wasn't so bad. At one point, he even accidentaly said, 'pee,' instead of, 'urine'. Heh, informal doctor. Anyway, we talked about the diabetes problem first. He went through all these questions, like, "Do you get tired, do you *pee* a lot, do you drink a lot," (at this point I held up a giant bottle of juice I had with me) and more questions. So he said I should get a blood test. My Mom was screaming at how much I hate blood tests, to which I snapped back saying he could take as much blood as he wants, I love having blood drawn. He said I have to go to a hospital to get that done. Why couldn't he do it there and then? But he did ask if I was willing to give him a urine sample there, to which I immediately shouted, "NOOOOOOO," and that was that.

So onto the eczema. He examined my arms and hands, and drew up some conclusion, "You have eczema." He and my Mom then proceeded in speaking in Phamacist-talk about creams and sh*t. I didn't grasp a word of what they said. Good thing my Mom's a pharmacist, otherwise I'd still be back at the doctor's surgery. He then asked if I had it anywhere else, to which Mom informed him it was on my neck. There was a gooooooood look in that area. He even shoved his hand part-way down my t-shirt. CHILD MOLESTER!! Heh. But what the hell, the trip there wasn't really worth it.

# Bobbin slithered back into the shadows at 8:29 PM