What a dreary day for a doctor's visit.
The only reason I wasn't a nurse or a doctor was because I got grossed out by blood and stuff (*said like Nacho Libre). It doesn't mean I'm any less likely to execute a self-diagnosis or a diagnosis on my friends, for that matter. I said one of my friends was probably anemic one time--she was. Obviously, I know what I'm talking about. I mean.
When I grow up and have a family, I want to be one of those housewives that has like a billion home remedies with herbs in a garden for just the occasion. But not the housewife that blabs about all of her knowledge, pressing all of her friends to take mint extract and Vitamin Chin Chin Chang. That just comes off as annoying. I HATE those women. I want to be the cool one that's like Super Mom and can cure anything and everything (but you'd never know it until she just like brings you this tea or this little oil.) I want to be that girl--the secret necessity you never knew you needed.
Ughhhhh.... So nervous. :(
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