Damn

Bella Lune-Denial

So, I went to the go get my eye checked.

The nurse gave me a bouquet of flowers and told me that the Dr. gave it to all his patients (Well, no fucking shit.  Thanks for subtly telling me, "You're no one special.  He does this all the time!".  Fuck you, bitch!!!!!! Let me feel fucking special for once!!!).

So, awwwwwww (and awwwwww <.<) at that.

Met up with the Dr and then he told me that he left one percent of the cataract in (so I have to have it removed by a laser.  Fucking shit!).

I got mad when he gave me the flowers because I wanted to tell him that I still was alive.

Why am I saying this?

Because the last time I met with him, I asked if I could be put to sleep and he said that there might be a chance that I might not wake up (die).

YEAHHHHHHHHHHH.

So, imagine that, huh?

And if I did tell him that, I would seem like an ungrateful bitch.  

So far, no date for the next operation (for the other eye).

I have to return on Tuesday at two something.

Ugh.  I don't wanna go.  I like two of the nurses that work there and I get SUPERRRRRR nervous around them.  One looks like Emily Perkins (from Ginger Snaps) and the other one looks like a distant cousin of Kimberly Freeman (from One-Eyed Doll).

No Doubt-Looking Hot