Sorry it's not Monday yet so I haven't been to the doctor so...

But as I mentioned in the last chapter we don't know what's wrong so, obviously, me being curious af, has been looking things up while my mom bitches at me about looking things up.
She keeps saying that she thinks I'm exaggerating how bad it is and implying stuff like that and it's kind of pissing me off. Like it's been a month, and she's a fucking NP so she should know it's not just some bs thing I'm doing for attention.
And she keeps saying the same shit about how she thinks it's my anxiety meds but my doctor said that she doubted it was my meds and my mom just keeps pushing it off. Like really? You guys literally have the same job, it's just my doctor is a family NP and my mom works with dying people.
Uhg
And it keeps getting worse too. Like I have a grad party to go to tomorrow but I don't want to go because my headache has been debilitating as of late, but I love the person whose grad party it is. I'm pissed and stressed all around because my health is down the drain rn and we don't know why and I just want to sleep all the time and it's pissing me off.

In other news I made a sort of journal to track my bad days and good days. Tuesday has been the only day that hasn't sucked ass this week
So
Oops 

Also
I got a cat hair stuck in my nail when I repainted them
Thanks Lola