Category: mindgames

Doctor Schoctor

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Feel free to call me crazy, but nothing makes me feel quite as sick as going to the doctor.
It fills me with so much dread I often think the doctor I should be visiting would have me on a couch explaining "how that makes me feel".
But seriously I have weirdest thoughts while waiting at doctors offices. After chatting to receptionist who would clearly rather be doing anything, anything at all expect speak to me (why are they always so rude!) I find myself in waiting room mentally muttering to myself… (Hey score!!! A nice receptionist she must have failed the bitch test)

-ok gotta mentally list what's wrong with me or I'll end up with no answer to the "so what can I do for you today/what seems to be the problem" question. Crap now I can't remember, why am I here anyway? Everyone else looks like they are dying, now I'm either going to end up looking like a hypocondriac or I'll take one of the other patients illnesses with me, good 1! come in with flu leave with TB.
I hate being here wish the husband wouldn't get tired of nagging and drag me here. I don't like waiting much and the magazines are older than my baby sister. If I bring my own mags I always get looked at like I'm hogging then stealing the good 1s. Yes I over think things damn waiting room gives me to much damn time to think! Where was I oh making list of ailments, damn can't remember. Last thing I need is to make a miraculous recovery when my name is about to be called (not that I don't want to get better, just would prefer it happened at home watching tv not while doctor looks at me wanting answers to his probing questions). In the past ailments have included falling off the same horse three times into a cactus and falling down stairs with spoon in my mouth and hurting jaw, getting into scuffle with muggers and dislocating my shoulder, a locked jaw, ears that wouldn't stop ringing, a broken toe from kicking the pillow, this doctor must think I'm such a drama queen, bleugh it's my turn and luckily all the anxiety has made me look rather sick, good start…
PS. Just walked in and new dr was actually at my school, awkward much

Inside my head: about time

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I HATE BEING LATE!!! Hate it even more if other people are late, I hate being late so much it has been known to sabotage my day like yesterday morning leaving the hotel.
I was so scared I'd oversleep, I ended up hardly getting any sleep then I woke up at 4.30 (needed to be ready to go at 7.15) I then picked out what I was going to wear, packed my bag then took shower and since it was still early I got into one of those super fluffy robes and just rested my eyes- BIG MISTAKE

I woke up at 7.00 (Imagine cartoon eye's popping out of my head as I stare at time,while hyper-ventilating)
My thoughts…. Flip,flip (I have pg 13 thoughts :p) it's late, I'm gonna be late (take note my panicked state has left me paralysed and it is now 7.05) Get dressed Eleanor dammit, forget matching things for now,put on pants! (So I get dressed in record time, tie my hair up – go for messy bun,no time for bun, so just go for messy-now for shoes) why do I only have one shoe out? where's my damn shoe (on knees looking for shoe under bed) I know! It's in my bag 🙂 It's in the bottom of my bag 🙁 (grab bag, find shoes, force everything back into bag-when did my bag shrink? Seriously?) Ok I made good time- yeah me!!!no time to celebrate elle, get to bathroom!
Why oh why is my toiletries not packed in and I don't even wear make-up much, why is it all over counter? Dammit dammit! HAHA!PLAN! Open bag,throw toiletries in loosely (was in gift box because toiletry bag too big for two day trip, but box is sure as heck staying behind-no space-damn shrinking bags. Leave jewellery on counter while I go get bags-will put on on way out). Oh my is that the time *cartoon eyes* I must still get to reception and sign stuff before 7.15 DAMIT!
Crap it's 7.11, wow that was quick! (Rush down stairs…sign out and notice clerk looking at me weirdly) hope he is not flirting like he tried yesterday,no time for that nonsense)

FINALLY I get to transport and low and behold I'M THE FIRST ONE THERE! Oh and I figured out why clerk was staring at me – I buttoned my jacket wrong and have one side of my collar popped *major blush moment* at least I got through classes ok and was soon on my way home,even got to ride Gautrain which is where I realised I never went back for jewellery BOLOX!

Inside my head: motion sickness

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I often have weird conversations in my head, thought I'd share a few of these internal convos in hopes of someone saying, "hey, I do that too". Then maybe I feel less odd 😀

so I was on flight yesterday, very crappy turbulent one that brought back my motion sickness *green sick face*

Then I thought – I should nt have had that warm vitamin water and oily biltong, I'm gonna barf, I should get sick bag, but what if I don't get sick and I end up just sitting there holding the sick bag looking odd and having everyone move away from me, in any case where is the bag anyway. I'm sitting right infront so I'll have to loosen seatbelt and risk guy next to me see me looking for sick bag (flip y is this flight taking so long-thought pilot said landing in 5min, this is not 5min- I can't believe my life is in the hands of someone who can't tell time) I'm still gonna be sick, maybe I should go to bathroom, crap they said stay put-if I get sick I'll have to grab whteva is nearer, not my bag that's new and it will be hell to clean
….Thank goodness we landed after that