medical assistance = CRAP.

So the orthopedist told me I need 3-6 weeks of physical therapy. They give me a list of about 10 places in Frederick where I could do that- every freaking one except for maybe one place does not take my medical assistance. The place that said they might take my insurance has no openings until next week and I need to be going 3 times a week. The avulsion fracture was from some previous injury that I missed somehow. Now my right knee has been acting up. It's really making me wonder. My mom wonders if I have genetic abnormalities because I have so many problems physically. When I was at K-mart the cashier asked if i was pregnant, I said "no" and tried to act very busy putting the things in the cart. So we get outside and my mom says (jokingly in a terrible way) "Next time you should say it's a tumor" so I wouldn't feel so bad. Then my staff told me to break into tears the next time someone asks. I don't have to see my crappy T tomorrow :) I instead get to see my psychiatrist who is a zillion miles away from here. I get to see my grandma maybe and i get to see my mom(she has to take me). Things are going to hell with my brother at home (the 17 year old)- he's drinking and smoking pot and probably having sex(unprotected most likely). Doesn't parenting sound lovely (my poor mom)?? Well, I have to go, I should be reading and not typing away here. <3,



-molliebear
P.S.- I saw "The Notebook"- it was good, I saw "Stay Alive"- it was pretty crappy. And I had an okay April 1st(my dad's birthday) b/c we stayed out from 1:30-8:30 keeping my mind off of things.