I'll try not to pull all my hair out

This whole medical exam thing... has been hell. I mean I'm typically a shy person and I spent the entire morning on the phone talking to doctor's secretaries (with my dad checking up on me every 15 minutes or so) trying to fix this whole issue. This is how we stand right now, we need a TB skin test done or the paperwork will be rejected, not only that but they have to receive it before August 7th. So since the doctor that gave us the physical refused to do it, we have to get the test done and have another authorized doctor sing off on it, or we'll have to go to Miami on Wednesday and get the whole exam done again, including the TB test (Which means staying at least until next Tuesday). We're calling the only other doctor we can use on Monday morning to see if he'll sign off on it for us and that way we won't have to leave early, we'll stay until the planned date and my mom can finish the dental work she's having done. Confused yet? Yeah... so am I.

I really hope this doctor can give us a hand because that will make our lives so much easier. I mean if I was going back early but going -home- at least they'd be something to look forward to with the new house and all, but staying in Miami in someone else's house, with really no money to spend doesn't sound so great to me.
I just really need to get this over with. My arms still hurt from the shots I got, and it's still bruised where they drew my blood and I just don't want to do that all over again.

I'm so tired today, and I didn't even leave the house. To add to my stress Angel started texting me and even though I told him I was stressed he kept asking me moronic questions until I snapped at him, and he got even more pissed when I told him I didn't care if I left without seeing him. Today was not the day to taste my mood. I even cried this morning. Not that it takes much to make me cry, but still... I guess I'm also sad about leaving. As much crap as has been going on in this trip, I'm going to miss the kids a lot. I mean no one else really helps Andy with Robbie. And Andy keeps telling me how much she'll miss me when I'm gone, how much she'll need my help, how I'm going to be gone for such a long time... and it's starting to get to me. With my brother being such an ass, I know she really needs the company and the help.
I mean he got drunk last night knowing he had to work today and he shows up past 2am in the middle of the week. He fills his mouth telling his friends that he leaves breakfast ready in the morning and takes care of Isa, when it's Andy who does all that... it's just messed up.
I'm going to miss spending the whole afternoon watching the same shows with her while I help her with the kids and we talk about anything random.

But I hate ending posts in this type of mood, so I'll post some pics I've taken with my phone. The quality kinda sucks but I love the pics so:

This is one of the only photos I've taken of myself since I got here. And I, of course, hate it. Love the Ferrari poster on the background, though. I'd take it back to Memphis if I could.

That's Robbie's hand and mine, 8) cool looking sheet, huh?

This is Isa's eye, she was sitting on her mom's lap and I was teasing her and I got this. It came out looking so good in my opinion. Looks quite artistic.

Robbie's eye. Because he didn't want to be left out.