Remodeling Job

So I have been to the doctor...was prescribed stuff, had tests.  And here is the results:  no breast cancer (yay...but wasn't worried about that), doesn't seem to be anything wrong with my thyroid, the nasal allergy med worked the first week and now not so much, she doesn't believe me that I have fibro (she calls it something else and thinks if I have joint tenderness I must be having trouble with arthritis) and prescribed something to take care of mood and pain at the same time.  It did quell the pain for about 8 hours a day but instead of taking care of my depression it just made me feel impatient and easily angered.  I quit it.  I had to choose between 8 hours of pain free with rage or no rage and deal with the pain 24/7.  I am not a rage kinda person and, considering my job, it was not an option.  So, she has not done me much of any good.  I have to see her next week so I am going armed with pictures and charts, etc. to make her listen to me about my pain.  She is kind of what the kids would refer to as 'buttish'. 

I like the ppl I work with but not so much my job.  I keep looking for something else and submitting applications.  Someday. 

I was thinking about the ppl and situations that have made me who I am.  After reading my last post there are a lot of things there that have made me who I am.  There is one person in my much younger life, beside my parents, that deserves some recognition.  It was Kim...my best friend from 7th grade to HS graduation.  She was so opposite of me.  Tall, blonde, loud, self assured...risk taker.  I was a shy, anxiety filled ball of paranoia.  We were forced together.  We had ALL of our classes together in 7th grade.  I was horrified at first.  I disliked her loud pushy ways.  She thought I was a goody two shoes.  But she made the first move and told me, "We can either get to know each other and find a way to be friends or we will have a miserable year."  So, I decided to give it a try.  She ended up helping me out of my shell, to a certain point, and I was her voice of reason.  We also kept each other on our toes as far as GPA and studies.  Not that it ended up mattering all that much. 

I have been through many transformations since then but I am at a point where I am liking who I am so much better.  I still have things about me I would like to change or wish were different but, like my parents house, I am a continuing work in progress.