I am Darren's Unwary fatigue

So..... this is my first blog, and it will be about my trip to the scary doctor.

I left my baby's house at like 3ish, and got home around 4 after getting gas and food from the "always delicious" Taco Bell. So i go home and go to sleep, and of course, god willing, i end up getting woken up at about 9:30 by my mom because the poor woman can't juggle her grand daughter, getting ready for work, dealing with my doctor appointment, and my lazy ass doing nothing all morning. So I'm the definition of pissed. I find out i have to drive all the way to International Mall to go to a doctor. So i get there, and it's the situation where EVERY place there is gorgeous, big tall beautiful structures, and of course, due to god's will, i am stuck in the only tribal shack with the voodoo doctor. Once in the place, i realize that everyone in there speaks Spanish, even the nurses and doctors. hahaha my life. So i sit down, and the doctor looks like a guy who won the lottery and got to become a M.D. He takes out a needle and says ...........

"Don't look"............

NOT "This won't hurt" or "This will be a pinch", but "Don't look"? are you joking?

so the asshole takes out about 5 of my 6 pints of blood, and i am feeling so woozy. So disoriented, i leave the death shack, and start driving around, my eyes feel like they have 25 lbs. attached to eye lids, i realize I'm swerving all over the place, leaning into different lanes, and when I'm almost home, the worst happens...................i drive the fucking car onto the curb and get stuck. This guy comes and helps me push it off, and i drive home and eat everything in sight to level out my blood sugar and then i pass out. Now I'm here, making a blog and i feel so bad. I will keep you up to date about condition lol.