zombiekittybot

Long story short, it's 7:15 AM and I just got home from the Nashville ER which would make ER number 2 I've been to today. My stitches busted open and the first ER basically allowed me to bleed all over the damn place and then handed me 1 Lortab and stuck a gauze on it and sent me on my way. Well i get home and next thing you know my toes go numb( and since I'm a diabetic that's a BIG deal) so I get rushed to Vanderbilt in Nashville where it starts out great. They get me all tucked in, put my gushing foot in a bucket, bring me a diet coke, and then tell me I'm about to get a shot of morphine. Did I ever get that shot???? FUCK NO! SO this douche bag resident comes in and says" Miss, did you know you're not really a diabetic?" In which I reply "Uh yeah I am, but that's not why I'm here, I'm here because Michael fucking Myers got ahold of my foot, and YES I AM a diabetic!" So he argues his dumb ass off. Then The "real" doc comes in and argues more about my diabetes, so I chomp on some glucose and wait a few and then take my sugar which was 302. Still they wanted to argue. So I broke down, and I mean bad. I had the resident in tears, I basically said that I was here because you told me to come because my foot is gushing and I can't feel my toes. I take insulin 3 to 4 times a day and have been for mos. Well guess what, they had someone else's fucking file, to which they apologized and bandaged me up and asked what they could do to make it up to me. I was bawling, I told them my child is having heart surgery in two weeks and I just wanted to be able to pick her up and hold her before I couldn't for awhile. And that I just wanted to feel better and that they had degraded me. So they acted like complete pussy heads, so I grabbed my shit and the 1 Percacet they gave me and left.
Now I realize that being a diabetic and having numb toes is a major deal( hints the reason I went) but I'll be damned if some dumbass comes in and makes me feel like the worst fucking person in the world after I drove an hour to come to them. So they set me up an apt to go to my doctor in two weeks.
Do you know how hard of a time I'm having?! I mean first it was the broken foot, then ankle, then kidney stones, and now my actual bone is sticking out of my foot, and I get treated like this...I bet it's because of my physical appearance. I'm completely and utterly spent. I have been up for 48 hours in agonizing pain between trying to walk(which I am now on crutches) and having a kidney stone the size of Abraham Lincoln's head. What do I have to do to get someone to take me serious? I need some love. I need someone to hold me and just let me cry. I need flowers and whatever else I need.
On a good note I will try to keep it together. I guess that's all I can do. Sorry guys, no pictures or music. I'm not feeling the prettiest right now. xoxo