Kensington: Day Two

Today I…

… Didn’t wear makeup, or tame my hair overmuch, or wear any of my (apparently signature) odd, but awesome jewelry, and I didn’t feel self conscious at all it about it. 

… I kept asking questions and pointedly not agreeing with the complete ASSHOLE of a doctor I met today. He listened less than 3 minutes to the  beginning of my four year song saga of pain, before insulting all of my other doctors and pretty much telling me that because I’m young I’m therefore stupid,  so I haven’t realized that migraines ”just don’t’ last for four years.” He looked at my mother for most of the appointment, asked questions about me to my mother. But I kept challenging his ideas for my “cure” (because it was obviously bunk) even when he was visibly angry by the gall I had (I DARED TO SPEAK.) 

… Ate a delicious piece of chocolate cake, for no reason at all, and didn’t beat myself up about it.