My Joints

So apparently I'm not normal (it's been semi-confirmed). Take that, Asshole Gym Teacher and/or other figures of authority! As most of you know, I have joint problems (that's right, bitches, I smoke way too much...). This means I can't walk down a flight of stairs with out my knees and ankles feeling like crap. It's not just those, though. It's everything- knees, ankles, shoulders, jaw, back, fingers, elbows, hips, wrists, etc... I feel like such a loser.

My doctor thinks I've been bullshitting about it for a couple years, so he tries to let himself off the hook by feeding me a bottle of ibuprofen. Yay for drugs.

My docter is really quite an idiot, actually. This other time he tried to blame my joints for being weird on my platelets. He gave this visual demonstration on how platelets were like "overlapping plates," the dumb ass. Platelets, for all you smart people out there, are actually blood cells. They help blood clot. Whoo hoo. It's kind of sad when you know that and your doctor doesn't.

The docter we saw today was like, thats so not normal for your age (YOUR GONNA DIE!). Makes me want to laugh or something...

So now we are getting somewhere. We went to see some other dudes in lab coats, and now I'm going to have to have a ton of blood work done and other things that have names far too fancy for my brain to handle. I've already been tested for lime disease and been x-rayed a year or so ago- that sucked mega. Can't wait for a few more rounds of that.

Sorry, I must sound like such a wimp right now. I just feel kind of crappy. Oh well!

*flash back of the day: Brothers ask why I'm going to some joint doctor guy again: "I'm going to die. They're are going to put me down. Harry, here. You can have my bracelet. Luca- take my left shoe. I'm sure I won't need it anymore. (good times...)