Wordy Wednesday: Why I Hate Many Specialists/Explaining What POTS *Really* is

I'm going to lose it one of these days.

I posted a picture for Wordless Wednesday this morning, but then something happened that requires MANY words.

Today's specialist appointment.

In my (fairly vast) experience, specialist appointments are either amazing or horrible.

Today's was HORRIBLE.

Disclaimer: before I start ranting, know that I'm talking about the BAD specialists. Yes, there are amazing specialists - I've seen a few of them myself! So don't think I'm saying that all specialists are bad. I'm just focusing on the bad ones right now. Okay? Okay.

I'm just so completely sick of arrogant specialists.

Anger and Tears

I am SO upset! I was supposed to go on a field trip with my socials class to a Holocaust exhibit, but now, the day before, my parents said no. NO!

The reasons:

1) I have too much school work

2) My mum’s too busy to drive me

3) I’ve had a ‘bad attitude’ (misinterpreted I say!!)

I even phoned around trying to figure out someone to carpool with, and when that didn’t work, I looked up the transit routes out there, and was possibly going to take the bus with my friend. But NO, that would take too much time away from my school work, and it’s too dangerous.

Anyone who talks to me on a regular basis KNOWS how excited I was. I’ve always been very interested in the Holocaust- though it makes me sad, I find it very interesting. I’ve taken books out of the library and everything!
My keyboard is soaked with salt water, I’m not even joking.

Bottom line:

I WAS SOOOO EXCITED.

AND NOW I’M… UNBELIEVABLE CHOKED.

That is all.