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I also received the run around in my quest to see a doctor. The specialist, who was going to see me, cannot. The other specialist, who can see me, cannot until after the new year. I hope everyone is right and this is not cancer. I have to remember not to worry about this; it is out of my hands but I have never been this scared. His Grace has seen me safe thus far; His Grace will see me home.
However, if you are looking for irony, yesterday I was called a homosexual on someone�s page, this person prides themselves on being more open-minded than I am. Or, at least claiming to be more open minded than I am. Regardless of my sexuality, calling someone a homosexual implies that you find something wrong in that lifestyle by using sexuality as an insult. If I could get a date, I would. If I could get a date, I would not be boring you here on a Friday night, waiting for someone to call me (I have twenty-one minutes until they do). I am not gay, but I am offended that someone, who is 35 years old, would degrade an entire demographic to insult me � only underlining why I do not like this person, at all, and find no redeeming value in them, whatsoever.
However, being called a homosexual is not exactly a casus beli as much as it ironic considering this person has accused me of being a slow witted, closed minded, internet brown shirt AND told the Blessed Trinity that I hacked his page. I will admit to being a Mac user and knowing where the �on� switch is but the whole idea of ME knowing how to hack into a computer page is ridiculous. However, it does not even warrant a �bitch, please,� from me.