This month has been chock full of obnoxious, time consuming doctors appointments. As much as I love being stabbed in the arm and sitting in cold rooms staring at muted purple, yellow, and green curtains or being stared at by all of the other cancer patients...well...

I've just about hit the two year mark post treatment so it looks like I won't have to visit Norris to see my oncologist until January "unless anything happens." 

Don't you just love that? Congratulations!... but just in case you start almost dying again for no reason you know where to find us! 

The last thing I said was "...well sometimes I experience slight chest pain?" to which I received a very quick and concerned "Oh no don't say that! Come back if it gets worse!" 

So that's cool. 

                       

I'm so tired of going there. I'd say it's nice having people recognize you but when your oncologist, the nurse practitioner, the other nurses, the scheduler, and even your local pharmacist know you by name I guess I start to have mixed feelings about it all. Do I really go there that often? (the answer is yes) 

                       

It's really hard to feel this way while also feeling like you can't express how over something you are that everybody is probably already over having to hear about at this point. I mean how many times can you really tell someone "wow this sucked" and bring it up again without them thinking "Ugh this cancer shit again. Can't you just get over it? You've been sort of okay for like two years"

At least...that's what it feels like over here. So if you're one of the few people I've trusted enough to be open about how over doctors and everything else I am and you happen to be reading this-- I'm sorry....And for the 200 some people on snapchat that see me post at doctor's offices all the time... I guess I'm sorry to you too?