And before that...

Fucking idiot doctor. I went back wednesday because the pills he gave me hadn't solved the problem, and he was suh-hooooooo clueless he's like:

tard doctor: so ok, keep taking the antibiotics

smart patient: um, i finished them 2 days ago.

tard doctor: oh. yeah, your chest sounds much better.

smart patient: yeah, yeah it sounds great except when i can't breathe and make these sort of fishy gasping noises.

tard doctor: huh.

smart patient: yeah. huh indeed. You know, I really feel quite strongly that it's peptic and not my lungs

tard doctor: why do you think that?

smart patient: OH, FOR ALL THE REASONS I FUCKING TOLD YOU IN THE VOICEMAIL THAT YOU CLEARLY NEVER LISTENED TO AND THEN TOLD ME I WAS WRONG ANYWAY, like for instance the gurgling noises my stomach makes after an attack and the belching that happens afterwards, not to mention my history of ulcer and esophageal spasms...

tard doctor: huh. yeah it's probably reflux

smart patient: [seethe seethe seethe] you think so? yeah, i started taking zantac yesterday to try to fix it.

tard doctor: hmm. and how's that working?

smart patient: well it's over the counter and i've only been taking it a day.

tard doctor: oh, well i'll give you something much stronger. Yeah, it's your stomach. Take these and you'll be fine and you won't have to see me again.

smart patient: THANKS! I LOVE YOU! YOU ARE THE BEST! DON'T EVER CHANGE!

So he gave me prescription acid blockers and last night for the first night in a week I slept the whole night without waking up suddenly completely unable to breathe. Man that fucker is SO LUCKY i figured that shit out. If I hadn't suggested it, what was he gonna do? Tell me that I was mistaken and I actually didn't have a problem?

He has poopoo where his brains are supposed to be! His name is Dr. Eric Havens, and I encourage you to TP his house.

Anyway, work is fucking crazy right now, hence the stomach acid. I've never been good with stress. My last semester in college I broke out with unexplained full body hives for 6 full months, day and motherfucking night. Oh, the memories.

Ok remember the effects of olestra on DC's anus? Monday night Jason Huddo and a friend whose name I forget played a set at the Galaxy Hut that made me so happy... two boys, a wurlitzer, a drum kit, and a guitar. It was so, so well done and it was just like, a throw away night. Actually i hope it wasn't, i hope they're gonna record, but I guess what I mean is that it wasn't a super significant show, and it was awesome anyway. Stuff like that just happens here without fanfare and have I mentioned how glad I am that I moved here? Plus I'm closer to mars.

Last night at the hut I had the best talk with a good friend that I almost dated earlier this year. We had one kind of not-so-good date and never really discussed it afterwards, but last night I was all sorts of beery. (it's great for the you know, ulcer). Anyway it was good to hear his perspective cause I keep forgetting that other people think about stuff too sometimes. Even boys!

Chicken butt.