Once Upon Today (Still April 8)

Although I have already pointed it out and complained quite frequently, I shall share again. I have a bump on my wrist. A hard and hurtful bump. Unfortunately, I told my mother, the same mother who I frequently tell about my injuries who always says,

"Meghan, did you take medicine?

Yes.

So stop complaining in that voice.

What voice?

That one.

The one I'm using now? My normal voice?

No. You are whining and yelling.

Mother, I am neither whining nor yelling. So basically your saying you hate your only daughter's voice?

When you talk like that? Yes.

Glad we have this convo momma."

So the point is she POKED it and then said it could possibly be a "fatty mass" and that I need to go to the doctor. She is waking me up at 8:00 on my first day of break to go to the doctor. Who is a dipshit.