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So I went to the doc today cause apparently there is something wrong with me and we have to figure out what it is. I really really hate going to the doctor so I brought dad with me this time. He sat in the waiting room all the time but he was there at least. Then I had to give a blood sample to see if I'm allergic to my cat (it doesn't matter if I am cause I can't live without him. He is the only one who is always there, how pathetic that most sound). There is nothing in this world that I hate more than needles and blood, it's pathetic that I can't do it but it's the truth. Everything went well until the nurse said "Okay, that's it. That wasn't too bad was it?". Yeah, right. So I passed out, had a horrible dream and woke up and looked up on the nurse, doctor and receptionist who were all there to see how I was. I felt sick, I wanted to go home, I wanted someone to be there with me. Then I passed out again and woke up trying to explain to the receptionist that I was fine and that I just hate unnatural things in my body. He was sweet and brought me horrible juice that I had to drink, I didn't even ask why. Then I tried to stand up again even though the nurse told me not to and that didn't work out. When I woke up again dad was there to hold my hand, he called me pathetic and told the nurse that I was adopted, all with a big smile on his face. Then we drove home and he got me cake and candy to cheer me up.

Yup, that's how pathetic I am. I can't help it and I wont apologize for it cause I am what I am.