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So, today sucks.

It's only 1 in the afternoon, but I can already tell that it's going to just SUCK.

I woke up today at 11:00. I wanted to wake up at 9:40. Why? Because I wanted to be ready for my Doctor's appointment at 1:30, and I wanted to be relaxed and take my time getting ready. Anyway, I wake up at 11, and, like I have for the last couple of days, I woke up feeling really, really dizzy. But, I pushed through. I ate my breakfast, got in the shower, got dressed, blow dried my hair, put on my makeup, got on my shoes, and got in the car. Still wasn't feeling great.

So, I'm sitting behind the wheel, and I put on the AC. maybe some cold air will revive me and make me feel less dizzy. Nope. So, I stop by seven eleven and go to pick up a drink, because sometimes sugar helps me. I'm not diabetic, but...I don't know, it's weird. Anyway, I get into the store and feel even worse. I had to actually start drinking my drink before I even paid for it, just to make sure I didn't pass out at seven eleven. It's happened before, and I really don't need it to happen again. It's 12:30 by this point, and it's about an hour drive to where I need to go, and I still feel dizzy. So, I try to call my Mom. Doesn't pick up. I call again, and again, and then eventually I manage to drive home. I'm sitting out in my car, now talking to my Dad, who pulled SO many strings just to get me the appointment early so I could start work by June 2nd. Originally I was going to have to wait and wouldn't be able to start till June 30th because I wouldn't have had my physical and all the shots I needed. So, he's obviously disappointed, and then my Mom pulls up. By this time I'm crying, and now she's all pissed off at me and I'm apologizing because I didn't want to pass out on the middle of the L.I.E. and fucking die just to make it to the Doctor. That'd sort of be a step backwards, rght?

I get why they're mad, I do, but I feel like they think I'm using 'I'm about to pass out' as an excuse to not go. If I wasn't going to go, why would I have attempted to get behind the wheel of a car in the first place after getting dressed and getting ready for an hour? I don't know, I feel like no one ever believes me and they just think I'm making excuses. AUGH.

Now I need to go and lay down because I still feel like shit.