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What is it with doctors and blood? I’ve heard that a prices are high these days (well if you don’t have an insurance - which I do), however this is ridiculous. In light of the previous post, I did manage to get to the doctor yesterday. And what does she say? “We’ll talk more after the blood analysis”.

This morning I dutifully reported back there, so her nurse could have my blood samples, only to be tortured for about 10 minutes (because she coldn’t find a ‘proper’ vein). In the end, it was her that freaked out, when I’ve experienced a nasty bout of nausea. As for me, I kept wondering: “So what? We’re in a hospital, right?”

Next, I’ve payed a visit to the endocrinologist (on the other side of the town), who despite turning out to be a very nice young lady, sent me for yet another blood analysis (this time for some hormones). To my credit, I made sure she sent me to a different center, maybe those will be able to find my vein.

So here’s to hoping that tomorrow I won’t freak out anyone. I’ll have to make sure I’m well out of their visual range, in case I need to faint. After all… they’re just medical staff. How could I possibly expect them to know what to do in such cases?!

I’ve been told many times that my mental maturity exceeds my years, however, since nature has a tendency towards equilibrium, it counterballances things with my emotional maturity. Even on-line quizzes tell me that I act like a 16-year-old (FYI I’m 22). Not a particularly encouraging affirmation, but I tend to - metaphorically - sweep unpleasant things under the carpet, anyway.

My mother has decided that the former is a crime, so we’re paying a visit to our family doctor (one that I have managed to avoid for the last 4 or 5 years - too bad I’m not so lucky with my dentist). Aside from my pressing weight problem, we (i.e. mom) have decided to delight the poor lady with ALL my problems, bearing in mind that we’re about to impose the joy of our visit upon her.

One of these pressing problems seems to be my tendency to procrastinate things until the last minute. I’m in no way saying that it’s healthy or even practical, but I’m told 99% of my classmates (or even any person my age) do the exact same thing. I’m pretty sure that they don’t have appointments with their shrinks, for this.
To be truthful, I tend to get hysterical right before exams, and affirm things like “I’m quitting university” or “I’ll become a street cleaner“, which generally freak mom out. Of course, I firmly maintain that these are just drama queen manifestations, which I’ve forgotten to make use of, during high school.

For those of you who’ve met me on various forums, you might have realised that I have a strong mild tendency to get into fights. This, of course, is by no means due to an unquenchable need to antagonise everyone (contrary to popular belief). My life is just so devoid of debates… or rather ones that I can win.

As such, I have immediately jumped at the first oportunity to present itself: grampa. It should be said, that arguing with grampa never got anyone anywhere, because he’s highly forgetful, and chances are that he’ll start the argument all over after 10 minutes. Still, that has never deterred me from debating with him… much to dad’s annoyance, who’s always practical and as such never speaks more than the absolute necessity (i.e. questions like “do you agree?” have lower priority than Arnold Schwartzeneger’s final punch).

Topic: A well-known Romanian comedian on the cover of a magazine.
Intrigue: Grampa likes to make disparraging remarks about anything he sees: you know the “this world’s ending” type of person.

Grampa: They made the whole magazine to advertise the guy.
Me: Actually, I rather think it’s the guy who advertises the car.
Grampa: Nonsense! I can spot these things from a mile.
Me: Why would they do that? It’s a car magazine.
Grampa: Don’t try to tell me stories… I wasn’t born yesterday.
Mom: Dad, it might be a good idea to read the article and then you’ll know.
Grampa: I don’t read such things.
Me: So then I won!
Grampa: Of course not!
Me: Then I’ll read the article.
Grampa: I’m listening.
Me: “Ioan Gyuri Pascu is well-known for the multitude of activities he conductes at a time. We’ve managed to take an interview, just after testing the new Ford Fusion.” See? HE’s the one advertising the car, NOT the magazine him.
Grampa: Of COURSE! That’s what I was saying.
Me: …

Guess what he’s doing now? Reading the article ;-). Well.. at least he’s got an occupation, since he’s been moaning about being heavily bored (yet refused to do anything beside watching pointless talk-shows on TV).