OMG What a psycho doctor and psycho housemate. I am sitting here like, 'WTF' at all the people you manage to come into contact with. Can you contact the landlord about Mapie? And animals can die of second hand smoke, just like people, so it really breaks my heart to read that about her smoking with the poor kitty :(

And the Whittington Hospital makes me want to stab my eyes out, anyway. They are always telling me they don't know what's wrong with me even when I'm writhing about in pain, screaming, and TELLING them what is wrong. OH WELL. Maybe it will burn down and we can go somewhere else.

This never showed up on my Flist, either...