I realize I probably sound like an ungrateful complainer.
Maybe I am. I don't mean to be. My new cardiologist is nice enough. He does a good job. He's thorough. He's nice. He's keeping my heart from tiring out too early.
I think I sound like such a curmudgeon because while I know WHY I need the med and the constant check-ups with him .... ultimately, I'm still pissy about the whole idea.
Pissy that, I'm 34 and on heart meds.
THIRTY-FREAKIN'-FOUR!
HEART MEDS!
I'm certainly not the first. Nor the last. I'm just tired of being so young and having all this shit.
There. I'm done with the whining.
For now.
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