How's that for cock-eyed?
I was so looking forward to my blood-test results, at last I would know what was wrong with me. GP 95% certain it was thyroid, but tested for everything under the sun. I walked out of her surgery on Cloud Nine - looking forward to being told I had a condition that meant I would have to take life-long medication, but at least I would go back to being myself and not this feeble, knackered, dreggy, rat-bag.
But my results have come back normal, nothing wrong with me. So WTF is wrong with me. I want to cry (I have) and stuff chocolate down my mouth (I have) and to rant (I'm doing it now).
GRRRRRR