Diabetes? Okay. I needed to live healthier anyway.
Diverticulosis? Eh. The flare ups are hella painful, but they're not constant, so whatever.
Impingement syndrome? Come on. I just had a baby. I kinda need to use my arm, but it's getting better slowly, so yeah.
However. I am drawing the line at male pattern baldness. It's a cruel, sick, hurtfull joke.
And I want no part of it.
A 29 year old woman should not have to purchase Rogaine.
I truly believe this.
But. It's my reality. Once again, a big, sucky, retarded reality.
I want the world to buy me a coke.