So remember last week when my finger was swelling up and I thought it was cancer piñata? Turns out my doctor says it’s not cancer piñata because that’s not a real disease (yet) and instead she diagnosed me with rheumatoid arthritis. The day after I officially hit my mid-thirties. Then like 10 minutes later I got this email from Amazon:
Okay, seriously, what the fuck?! I don’t even own season one, Amazon. You guys are assholes.
So then I emailed Victor at his office downstairs…
Me: The doctor says the tests indicate I probably have rheumatoid arthritis. She wants me to see a rheumatologist.
Victor: Seriously, Isn’t that an old people disease?
Me: Come here and I will beat the shit out of you with my cane.
Victor: I was coming up there but I tripped on the cord to your heating pad.
This is the reason why the elderly don’t like to use the computer. And then right after that the head spokesperson for Chipotle sent me an email requesting that I not send them nude photos of myself. This is like the worst week ever.
Comment of the day: I think that RA can hit at any age so you’re okay there but when Amazon suggests Matlock there’s really no hope. I mean, you were immediately offered season two, like “Jump right in! It’s too late to start right from the beginning! You won’t live that long!” I am really sorry. ~ ColetteNicole