Where I"m at.

For starters, I don't give a shit that I ended the title of this post with a preposition. Fuck grammar in its ear.

Second:

Friday, I:

Went to get my blood work done (because so many things are wrong with me);
Went to the gyno where I was reminded of how many things are wrong with me, as well as giving me his 2 cents (unasked) regarding my pursuit of WLS, thus undermining this very difficult decision which took a long time for me to accept and an opinion which is bolstered by two of the very best, top doctors in NYC who are treating me (mercinary, IMHO, given that I'm there, vulnerable and in a flimsy paper gown that barely covers what it needs to cover.) Note to self: Find a new gyno;
Went to my internist to get my antidepressant Rx adjusted (only to realize after I got home that the Rx is the wrong Rx and the same dosage I'm at currently;
And finally, the last thing I did was a phone-in session with my therapist (too emotionally spent after the first three appointments to make the trek into NYC just for this appointment).

Took a nice longish nap afterwards. Just spent.

At this point, I don't even know if all my paperwork has been submitted to the insurance for approval yet, as I have to continually check, double check, and even triple, quadruple, and quintuple check if the surgeon's office has received all my documentation.

At this point, I just want to die. I don't even want to go in for the surgery. I just want to curl up in a fucking ball and die.

Work sucks syphilitic, leper testes. I'm a half step away from crocheting a voo doo doll and asking a friend to cast a spell, or teach me how to do such a thing. And my personal life is so chock full of ennui and meh, I cannot even stand it. I'm so full of rage and pissedoffedness that there are so many things going on in my life, none of which I have any control.