Moment of Truth in your Lies

"And I don't want the world to see me
Because I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's meant to be broken
I just want you to know who I am..."
—Goo Goo Dolls, Iris

That song always takes me back about 14 years to when I first heard it.  I can say that for a majority of my music though.  It just never gets old to me.

Anyway, I want to start this post out with the rest of my photo-a-day challenges for the month of July, from the 11th to the 31st.

I ended up only missing 3 days out of the month, simply because I wasn't too fond of the theme for those days.  Or I wasn't able to capture the specific prompt in the right way.  But overall, I had fun with this!  I'm continuing into August as well, and plan on doing the same thing with making a collage of multiple days together, though I will probably break it down into the first 15 days and then the remaining days to make it seem more balanced.

In other news, I've been sick-ish for the past week.  It started with a chest congestion that I caught from Jacques, and eventually moved up into my left ear, resulting in my hearing being incredibly muffled... kind of like when you go swimming and water gets caught in your ear momentarily until you have to give your head a big shake to get it out.  Imagine that feeling constantly and that's what I'm dealing with.  It's highly uncomfortable and I hate having to talk and not being able to clearly hear what I'm saying.  I went to the doctor this past Tuesday morning, only to confirm how much I still really hate doctors.  First off, this was the first time I'd met him, since I haven't had the need to visit a doctor since I moved here.  He seemed to have no idea what I was talking about and I had to keep repeating my symptoms.  It was entirely frustrating, especially since I know my doctor back in Oklahoma (who had been treating me ever since I was little and had these ear problems every six months) would have immediately known what I was going through, simply from me saying "ear."  And he would know exactly what to prescribe to make it better.

But no, this doctor said he couldn't prescribe any antiobiotics, and simply told me to go get Sudafed or Zyrtec.  And I've been taking 1 pill every 4 hours for the past 3 days and it has not gotten any better.  So it's basically turned into a completely wasted trip.  Sometimes I wish I could just teleport myself back to OK temporarily so that I could see my old doctor again.  I hate switching doctors.  But I suppose that's just one of the few downfalls of moving 1,600 miles away.  If I end up having to go back again, I'm definitely changing my doctor beforehand.

I do have some photos to post from our day trip to Sacramento last weekend for the State Fair but I'm going to hold off on those for now.  This post kind of got away from me, what with venting about the frustrations concerning the doctor issue.