Tues July 2, 2002 - 1:23
I mean how do you get rid of stitches? I know that if you get one when your running you should up the pace and that will get rid of it, but hello I was just sat in the doctors waiting room when this baby began.
God it's really painful and I really can't talk or do much of anything (except this) until it's gone. Which is annoying because I so desperately want to throw on my bikini and head upstairs to sit round the pool, on this fabulously glorious hot day.
OK girls (and boys I guess) if your looking for a good dermatologist then DO NOT go to Dr. Bruder over on 64th between 3rd and 2nd Avenues because he's crap. The man is a wanker with stupid hair and he knows nothing.
Ok so he gives me these creams a month ago for my rosacea, one is called Azelex and the other is called Klaron. I'm not sure what they are supposed to do but I was told to apply them on my clean face twice a day, everyday. I have done this for the past month and even though they're not supposed to prevent the redness, they ARE supposed to reduce the lumps that I sometimes get.
So today after waiting over 50 fucking minutes for him, he tells me that my skin is looking very clear and that they seem to be working!! HELLO IS HE LOOKING AT SOMEONE ELSE? COS HE CAN'T BE LOOKING AT ME. I mean ok my skin is quite clear at the moment but I still have some tiny lumps that are on my left cheek!! Can he NOT SEE THAT?
Ok so that was that, he told me that he could always give me some antibiotics, which I completely refused because they given me chronic yeast infection (thrush in England) and, call me mad but I guess I'd rather take my chances WITHOUT the antibiotics.
Ok so while I'm in there, paying my visitation $10 fee I guess I'll push the boat out a bit and enquire if there is anyone around who can check my toe, as I think it's broken but can't see a podiatrist until next Wednesday. Yes they're happy to oblige and send in this little ditsy 20 something girl, who they refer to as a PA. I don't know what the fuck that means, but I do know that she cannot possibly know much of anything, given her young age.
So I show her the said toe and she looks at it, I explain that it hurts like hell but doesn't appear to have any bruising, so I'm not sure if it's broken or not. The next thing I know is she's reaching down and with two fingers SQUEEZES my toe. I swear to god I thought I was going to smash pretty bubblehead right in the face. I'm like...."yeah, that really hurt". "Oh sorry, she says".... Idiot.
So she tells me that she can't tell and that there's nothing they can do and that I should just bind it. Yeah well tell me something I don't know, you dozy cow.
So I'm back home now with a painful stitch in my side and a throbbing toe. I knew there was a reason I shouldn't of got out of bed today....
On one good note I did get a couple of hispanic guys commenting on my "good tan". That was kind of nice I guess.