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I got interviewed today by a writer for the Get Giddy website. It was about BMI discrimination for gender affirming surgery. I told them my experiences and how it made me feel. I felt a little uncomfortable because my niece was there in the kitchen with me as I was telling her (writer) about being suicidal and stuff. I didn’t do anything but still I didn’t feel comfortable having my niece hear I was suicidal.
I sent some uncomfortable hours in the kitchen because of pain and anger. My mother hit me after I said something sarcastic and when I stood up for myself, she said she own my daughter and could do what she wants. I said I wasn’t her daughter (or her son but didn’t let on about that). She didn’t even correct herself but started to, which just pissed me off more. I can’t believe she thinks she can still hit me! I was so pissed off.
The workers were taking their time with painting so I snuck upstairs to my room. Soon as I got on my bed my ankle exploded in pain. It was a 12. So I did a test. I took 600 mg of gabapentin to see if it would help my pain. All it did was give me the final push to nap for a few hours. I woke up still in pain so had to take a BT med. I had called the pharmacy about my meds and they said it would be ready by 215p. I woke up from my nap at 6 with a text message from them saying 1 was in progress and 1 was ready. The one in progress is the med I fucking need. Bastards are fucking liars. They do this to me every fucking month for my pain meds. I just called and turns out the delay is because they don’t have the full prescription. I got to wait till Monday which means I got to call my doctor’s office to find out what to do because I don’t have enough to get me through till then. Fucking fuck.
Your mother has no right to hit you! That is just wrong! She doesnt own you! Fucking hell! I’m mad for you and appauled that she hit you!
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