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Tuesday, February 26, 2019

2/27/2019

So, my thought process is if I keep pushing myself to write something every chance I get, may something interesting will pop out my words. Right now with all this pressure in my ear, I simply can't think of anything else to talk about.

I literally feel like there is an elf in my ear blowing up balloons and shoving them behind my eardrum, and between my jaw, and also behind my eye. I'm not happy, and the ER found nothing. Now I'm, sitting here waiting for tomorrow, when i get to go see my regular doctor, who doesn't believe anything I say, and who will pass me off on yet another doctor.

Why are doctors so arrogant, when they know nothing. This man wouldn't know how to treat a broken barn door, because he would be too blinded by how big the side of the building is.

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