This morning I had an appointment for my third B12 shot.

When I got out to my car, unlocked the door and opened it, I was greeted by two friendly bees. They were sitting on my window, just daring me to do something about it. The first thing I thought, of course, was that there might be a nest somewhere in my car. I stood watching them, willing them with my ESP to leave. They, of course, didn’t.

So I did what any self-respecting tough girl would do: called my dad and made him take care of it. One of the bees flew away, and then my dad came out and killed the other one. I figure, why get my hands dirty when my evil henchman is perfectly capable?

He then inspected the car and, finding no nest, sent me on my way. “Just, you know, if you see any more while you’re driving, don’t crash or anything. Just pull over and get out.”

Me, the sissy who squeals and hides when anything buggy and winged comes within a three foot radius of my face? Pull over? Right.

So I went to the doctor’s office, fifteen minutes late, for my third B12 shot. Pam asked if I was feeling any different and since I don’t she said I didn’t have to get another one. I figured for the hell of it I would, but she doesn’t think it’ll make a difference at this point. I told her about last Monday and how my legs hurt so bad I could barely walk, and she said she still really thinks it’s Lyme Disease. She asked if I would mind getting more blood work done. Since I have already been needled a bazillion times, I figure I am a pro at it and one more won’t kill me. I have to wait two weeks since she’s also going to check my B12 levels again and we did three B12 injections over the last three weeks. (She said that the injections would make my levels skyrocket and they wouldn’t get an accurate reading.) I’m supposed to go pick up that B12 oral vitamin prescription, but my bank account isn’t going to have any of that. I guess we’ll see what I’ve got left over after I do my tires this morning. (I’m getting new ones, an alignment, and struts and whatever else goes down there.)

Walking out of the doctor’s office I wanted to cry, and only because these appointments always leave me feeling drained and hopeless. As much as I like Pam and as hard as she is trying, it still doesn’t change the fact that I am getting nowhere. Though I do feel a little more hopeful, I’m kind of wary. Still, the fact that she added an official looking diagnosis to my blood work requisition form kind of gives me a lift: fatigue, myalgia, vitamin deficiency.

Well, I’m off to go see the new tire wizard. They’re buy three, get one free, so keep your fingers crossed that each tire isn’t like a bazillion dollars or something.

PS: I know I absolutely rock at blogging lately, because I can tell by all of the comments I’ve been getting. If I haven’t killed you with all of my boring-ness lately, maybe you could leave a comment and let me know you’re still alive.