Chapter 5 Mardi Blah
The french firefighters vs. cops thing is so funny and epic. I love it!
I ran out of my antidepressants so I'm sad and very dizzy all the time.
You're probably wondering about Mardi Gras. My first Mardi Gras was terrible. Absolutely nightmarish. Firstly, no antiDs. Second, I had no idea what was going on = agitated. Third, we were basically camping out in the street so (fourth) we could watch a stupid parade. I. Hate. Parades.
Juan knows this. I'd mentioned it many times. I always thought Mardi Gras was a big, wild party with jazz music, where you flash people for beads. That was a huge dream of mine growing up (like literally the ONLY thing on my bucket list) was to earn some beads.
Parades? Uhm............. Yeah, I'd love to stand around in the heat and sun so people riding on pimped out wagons can throw sh*t at my face. Besides, two people have been run over and killed already. In this season alone. Over BEADS! At PARADES.
So yeah. This post is late because I had two things going on that I was hoping to update about.
First was this job interview. Man, I was so stoked. It was a medical scribe position with PAID TRAINING. You basically follow a doctor around and make notes on what they tell patients so they can focus on non-clerical things. Everything was going well. I type super fast, and I have training in the medical field so.... I was feeling good. Even though things like this never happen to me in real life, I was encouraged by the fact that I actually got invited to the hospital for like a final interview.
There was a group of us. The more people who came in, the more I realized I probably wouldn't get it. These things don't happen to me. But I had an advantage in that I don't show nervousness. People were there shaking... I figured I could interview better than them. I thought it went well, but I didn't get it. Was hoping to have something better to say.
The second big thing is my marks. I got a referral to see a dermatologist. The doctor said it looks "kind of suspicious". And not to worry. I'm not worried about cancer, I can handle whatever, but I am worried about wasting all this time and money. I hate getting treated poorly at the doctors office. I'm relatively young, and I "look fine", so people treat me like a hypochondriac, and I hate it. It's traumatic to have something very, very wrong with you and have doctors wave you off. I just don't like subjecting myself to that, and if it's for nothing? Geez.
But anyway, I see what are called globules. I can see reticular patterns. And the one on my stomach has changed drastically since appearing 3ish years ago. So that's why I'm thinking it could be melanoma. But I have a lot of weird moles so.... Idk.
I ran out of my antidepressants so I'm sad and very dizzy all the time.
You're probably wondering about Mardi Gras. My first Mardi Gras was terrible. Absolutely nightmarish. Firstly, no antiDs. Second, I had no idea what was going on = agitated. Third, we were basically camping out in the street so (fourth) we could watch a stupid parade. I. Hate. Parades.
Juan knows this. I'd mentioned it many times. I always thought Mardi Gras was a big, wild party with jazz music, where you flash people for beads. That was a huge dream of mine growing up (like literally the ONLY thing on my bucket list) was to earn some beads.
Parades? Uhm............. Yeah, I'd love to stand around in the heat and sun so people riding on pimped out wagons can throw sh*t at my face. Besides, two people have been run over and killed already. In this season alone. Over BEADS! At PARADES.
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| They basically grow on trees here. |
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| Knock knock. More beads! |
So yeah. This post is late because I had two things going on that I was hoping to update about.
First was this job interview. Man, I was so stoked. It was a medical scribe position with PAID TRAINING. You basically follow a doctor around and make notes on what they tell patients so they can focus on non-clerical things. Everything was going well. I type super fast, and I have training in the medical field so.... I was feeling good. Even though things like this never happen to me in real life, I was encouraged by the fact that I actually got invited to the hospital for like a final interview.
There was a group of us. The more people who came in, the more I realized I probably wouldn't get it. These things don't happen to me. But I had an advantage in that I don't show nervousness. People were there shaking... I figured I could interview better than them. I thought it went well, but I didn't get it. Was hoping to have something better to say.
The second big thing is my marks. I got a referral to see a dermatologist. The doctor said it looks "kind of suspicious". And not to worry. I'm not worried about cancer, I can handle whatever, but I am worried about wasting all this time and money. I hate getting treated poorly at the doctors office. I'm relatively young, and I "look fine", so people treat me like a hypochondriac, and I hate it. It's traumatic to have something very, very wrong with you and have doctors wave you off. I just don't like subjecting myself to that, and if it's for nothing? Geez.
But anyway, I see what are called globules. I can see reticular patterns. And the one on my stomach has changed drastically since appearing 3ish years ago. So that's why I'm thinking it could be melanoma. But I have a lot of weird moles so.... Idk.
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