The waitin' is the hardest part

Sitting in my Dr office waiting room, for a work-you-in appt. I want to scream or cry. At least if I were waiting at home I'd be laying down and have an ice pack on my neck. Here I have nothing but waiting. Every time I breathe it stabs with pain. I can deal with a lot, but in moments like these, if it were "cake or death" I'd take death. Makes me wish life were like a soap opera - this is when I'd go into a coma and wake up as a different actress.

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