So I went to the doctor… 

boxedmoriarty:

…and he ordered an x-ray. I am not surprised by this.

It is 11:45 AM.

After numerous wrong turns, we finally find the radiology lab.

There is NO ONE THERE. It turns out they are closed and we have to run to a different building a few blocks away.

I am peeved that the hospital does not communicate with its GP building that is ATTACHED TO ITS WEST WING.

It is 12:20 PM.

We get to the other building. The radiology lab is not difficult to find.

It is 12:35 PM.

They are closed from 12:30 to 1:30 every day for lunch.

I sit, in excruciating pain, for an hour.

I am met. I am told my order is from an outside doctor and ushered into an OBGYN waiting room where I shout through very thick glass to see if my doctor is even in their system. The OBGYN room is very loud. There are lots of rows of chairs. It looks and sounds like a DMV, except the people who call your name are wearing scrubs.

I FINALLY get my x-ray taken, and my nurse is awesome. She asks me what happened and I tell her I wore a binding brace, and she immediately gets it. She makes conversation by telling me she watched MILK last night and was bawling, because “I’ve been gay all my life and I absolutely had no idea how much he’d done for us”. I like my nurse.

I am sent home. I am exhausted. Note: at this point I have not yet had my tea, and all I have eaten is one piece of toast with nutella.

I get home. I intend to have tea and a bagel, but instead I go to bed.

It is 3:00 PM

I wake up.

It is 4:45 PM.

I go back to sleep.

It is now nearly 7 PM, and my dad is making dinner. I have not gotten a call with the results of my x-ray. I HAVE A FEELING this is because by the time the results were back my GP wing was CLOSED.

Awesome, guys.

Now I hurt and am home and don’t know what I’m going to do for school tomorrow. Carrying my backpack hurts, I am not allowed to bind which will suck because oh yeah I’M NOT OUT, and I may very well be broken but without a legitimate doctor saying “Yep you’re broken” school can’t do jack shit.

I see a lot of waistcoats in my future.

I see being late to a lot of classes because I have to move slowly.

I’m so fucked.

In good news, my favourite John is back. Yay.

Oh, lovely. Is there any way you can just call in sick? Or have your parentals tell them that you’ve got a meeting or some shit? I wish there was something I could do- honestly, I really do. 

Just remember that we love you? And that we always will, even when water is dry and snow is warm?

(Source: asgardianshakespeare)