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The Scene
Today I went to get more meds from the specialist who did Thursday's procedure. He said that one in a hundred patients has the reaction I've had. Fanfuckingtastic. I always love being part of the special people's club. F!

Detected more than a bit of defensiveness in the doctor's tone today. And blame. Like how dare I be such a weakling, such a problem. He did the same thing on Thursday: "If you had THIS much trouble with THIS procedure, you are going to definitely have to do the biopsy in the hospital." Ugh!!!! Seriously I don't know what kind of horses could handle having a part of their insides cut out in an office setting but I am not part of that special horse club. Fuck you very much. (And btw, I have a historically high threshold for pain. I often cut myself or bump myself and don't even realize it until someone points it out. In college, I had a fractured rib after a car accident and the doctor was shocked that I didn't come in shrieking in pain.)

I had this whole speech planned in my head for today's appointment. It basically consisted of calling this "specialist" a butcher. You see I read over the weekend that most doctors who do the procedure he did on me tend to use general or local anaesthesia. At the very least, patients are sedated. I got a big fat nothing. You have NO idea how pissed I am.

But today, I didn't say anything. I realized there was no point in assigning blame - what happened, happened. If anything, I should have done more research about the procedure and the doctor's methods beforehand. It's just that what I did know about it sounded traumatic enough and I didn't want to get even more nervous about it by reading too much online.

So today I was pleasant but forceful with the doctor. I asked a ton of questions about the biopsy and it's aftermath. As he spoke, I consoled myself with the fact that I plan to cancel the biopsy with this specialist. Have an appointment with a female doctor that a family member works with and loves at Cedars tomorrow. So today was just about getting my records and getting some pain pills and getting the hell out of a situation that was, as a doctor friend said, "emotionally and physically traumatic."

Live and learn...



The Outfit
Forever 21 dress
Old Navy wrap sweater


The Accessories
Me&Ro necklace
Louis Vuitton earrings
Fashion District ring and bracelet
Marc Jacobs bag
Stuart Weitzman sandals

The Grade
S for Special
















The Commentary





I seriously feel a hundred years older than I did the last time I wore this outfit last January for my first wardrobe consultation with Amber. I've always taken my health for granted. Not anymore.




























Funny how I turn to favorites when I don't feel well. Today it was a blue dress























And stripped wrap sweater







































Have recently found a few summer alternatives to wrap sweaters for some of my clients






Drapey vest like thingies at Anthropologie. Perfect over slinky summer dresses for more coverage or at night for a bit of warmth.












Loving the idea of wearing solids and through on these prints. Nice switch from all the solid wraps I have.










Only downside they are in da $100 range.















Must save my pennies right now. Not sure how much all this health shit is gonna cost me. Today alone my purse was filled with medications that I might need for weeks. Boo.













{Big heavy sigh} At least my toes were deliciously pretty in pink today. Looking down at them brought me such joy. It takes so little to make me smile at times like these. Guess I'm just special like that.