F That-

So, I go to the doc's yesterday afternoon..another25bucks I would have been farther off wiping my ass with.  To get the good news that I have sprained my wrist and may have tendonitis.....well no Shit.

So, I figure while I am there I should inquire as to the gentic tests I need to have before we decide to go ahead and procreate and be fruitfull....as those of you may have read my previous entries, there is a questionable skeletal/growth disorder that I have a high percentage of passing onto my offspring so i want to know if its a big chance or if I am in the clear.  Kind of a big deal as far my mental health goes I think.  Well, here is what the doctor says, well..I think you need genetic counseling, I am not sure how to go about getting that set up so you should make some calls.  Mother-fucker, isn't that why I pay a co-pay to you?  So YOU can make the calls and get me set up.  You know, you are supposed to be taking CARE of me...FFS.

So, I have to make some calls, I am irritated.  I can't move my right hand well, my fingers aren't as responsive as they should be..blah blah..

F-That.