So nobody called back within the last 48 hours. That means no bone cancer or anything in my hip, I hope.
Can't get the freaking fridge out of the kitchen, this is ridiculous. It's outdated and the screws are ratcheted.
Also having difficulty understanding the sheer stupidity of the things my parents say. My therapist says I have to put down female and my name on forms and just know it's not actually me but that doesn't solve my problem. Sometimes it really seems men are from Mars and women from Venus, I want to collaborate on a solution. Talking it over fixes it very temporarily, like slapping scotch tape on a leak in a boat traveling over rapids.
Seriously, if I had gathered the courage to do this years ago, everything would've been different. Maybe explicitly stating my feelings would have acted as the "proof" they needed and I could have had things get done a long time ago.