HE FUCKING HATES ME

Sorry if that post was a bit much.

But here I lay, in level NINE pain, YET AGAIN, because my fucking excuse for a gastroenterologist has decided to play the "whose dick is bigger game" with my life, YET AGAIN.

Yeah, I know you need some details, some history, just let me spew for a bit.

Dammit.

THAT FUCKING GUY.

I haven't been posting lately.

And not because I've been well.

Au contraire.

In fact, right now, as I type this, I am SOBBING.

Mad sobbing.

Exasperated sobbing.

Just plain sobbing but really wanting to strangle somebody to death instead sobbing.

Here I am -  suffering through intolerable, intractable pain, yet again.

In that same area - the duodenal bulb.

The area the size of my pinky, that showed the beginnings of a narrowing or thickening (otherwise known as a stricture), back in April.

Remember my April failure?

Yeah, we are back there again.

I had a Remicade treatment one week ago TODAY.

HE FUCKING HATES ME