No luck.

My hand aches.

My pulse rate is through the roof.

I hate my mother, who was trying to make them try a fourth time, and trying to guilt-trip ME into asking them to try a fourth time, when they were refusing and I was in hysterics.

I am going back next Monday.

If next Monday is as hellish as the last two have been... that's it.

Three times.

Three chances.

Then... fuck this, I'm outa here.

At least I have good news still semi-consoling me... but damn. I could use one of my boys' comfort right now. I REALLY could.

*curls up in a little ball*