Hello my lovely little peeps out there. You have no idea how much I wish I could get together with you all as a group and just have a good old fashion throw down drunken nasty party!!! Yes, it's true. I mean get tore up from the floor up and laugh. Laughing is what I need.

Ok so I should have laughed Friday when I had on mismatched flip flops. I chalk it up to poor lighting in my bathroom and maybe too little sleep. Jr. says it's because I have too many flip flops. But he's a man and I think he has too much camo and too many guns. I digress...

I want to go on vacation but considering I'm currently "in hot water" with the boss, for reasons that are not only so insanely false and stupid but are rather insulting. I've decided, actually my therapist decided for me, that I shouldn't worry. So I'm not.

I also so my rheumatologist for the first time on Monday. I waited 2 or more hours in the waiting room, spent *maybe* 10 minutes in a room alone with him and this was his diagnosis "Yes, you do have fibromyalgia, I concur with your previous doctors diagnosis. You take enough sleeping/tranquilizing medications to knock out a full grown elephant. I believe the fibromyalgia is a real medical condition. Having said that, I think your insomnia is mental and you should seek the opinion of a licensed psychiatrist and get on MORE medications, possibly antiPSYCHOTICS to help you sleep! Thanks for coming to see me, follow up with your normal physician" Anti-psychotics? Psychiatrists? He made all of this based on a 10 minute meeting? Oh and when I told him about my therapist and how she's helping me to learn relaxation techniques to help me sleep WITHOUT MEDICATIONS and how I really like talking to her and feel that she's helped he responded with "Great, when you see her next, get her to recommend a good psychiatrist!" My honeys, I was *SO* upset. I bawled the second the door closed behind me as I was leaving. I went home and went to bed. Fibromyalgia is REAL. The pain is REAL. Yes, I'm clinically depressed and I'd say, based on my own study of psychology, that EVERYONE in this world had some form of depression whether they know it, admit it, or not. Needless to say I will not be seeing Dr. Asshole again. My therapist said she'd be happy to give me a list of psychiatrists but that she didn't think that's what I needed and I damn sure didn't need anymore meds. I agree and I will follow up with my regular doctor and be sure he knows that Dr. Asshole doesn't need anymore referrals.

So I come to work with different flip flops on each foot? Honestly does that make me psychotic?

Julie