As I sit here eating a duplex, I mean, duplex cookie from Whole Foods (OMFG have you tasted these things?!), my snuff box is killing me. You’re so dirty. Get your mind out of the gutter. The snuff box is in the wrist. I still don’t know what the deal is with my wrist due to the colossally incompetent medical care I’ve been receiving. I called the radiology department next to ER and asked if I came in and had my x-rays done if I could get the results on the spot. I was told I could. When I got there, I asked again if I could get the results on the spot, telling them that I was going to THIS radiology place because I didn’t want to wait DAYS to get the results like the other place. I was told I could. Before they took my x-rays I asked again if I would be getting the results immediately and was AGAIN told I could get the results on the spot. (If it was broken I wanted to just walk next door to the ER to get it casted. )

After they took the x-rays? I was told that actually I could NOT get the results, but was assured that the radiologist would fax me the report. By this morning, I still hadn’t received the report. I called and was told that actually they couldn’t do that either. I can’t have the results. So I tried calling the doctor’s office who ordered these effin’ x-rays and was told that it usually takes a few days for the doctor to get to it (which is why I wanted them on the spot in the first place.) I have no intention of ever going back to this doctor. So now I’m 5 days into this injury, and STILL have no idea if my wrist is broken. I surfed around online and read about wrist injuries and it says that in 3-5 days you should be pain-free and healed from a wrist sprain. AND that serious, long-term complications can arise if it’s not treated correctly immediately. ARGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m literally ready to start killing people. I’ve finally given up that I’ll ever be able to have access to my own medical records and made an appointment for Friday (soonest) with an orthopedist who specializes in hands. GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!

So I’m in the FOULEST mood EVER. E-V-E-R. Because my snuff box hurts and I want to beat the hell out of someone. ANYONE will do. Preferably someone who works in medicine, though. I’m mad enough that I should be able to take someone out without my left arm. lol.

ANYWAY, back to the cookies. The duplex cookies are like an Oreo, except they’re vanilla on one side and chocolate on the other. And they’re buttery good. OMFG they’re good. I go through periods where I’ll eat the same dessert every day for months on end until I’m sick of it. It usually cures me forever, although sometimes just for decades. Like, there have been two ice cream sandwich periods in my life. And three Reeses peanut butter cup periods. I’m not binger, I can eat just one ice cream sandwich a day. Or sustain myself on 3 Oreos a day. I did the Oreo thing about 7 years ago. I ate 3 fricken’ Oreos a day for like, six months straight. I thought I was cured. Until? These damn duplex cookies. I’m currently on two duplexes a day. Sigh. Which bring me to the first Whatever Wednesday question:

Do you go through periods where you eat the same junk food (cookies, chips, candy, etc.) until you’ve eaten so much you’re over them? If so, what’s your poison? Has it ever returned?

If you asked Steve he’d say he’s never done this. But ask him about the constant stream of Werthers that he has in his office. Or the Santander bars. Yeah. I thought so.

Whatever Wednesday rules: Answer the question left by the person before you and leave a question for the next person. Play as many times as you wish. Anything goes. And it doesn’t have to be Wednesday to play.

I’ll catch up with answering comments soon, I promise!