Quotes About Frustration

When I got acutely sick, I could only dream of such a scenario! Instead, I laboriously made my many appointments, trundling from doctor to doctor, trying to get them to share information and offer treatments.

Tolstoy said about Ivan Ilyich: "What he longed for was impossible, but still he longed for it.

As the surgeon Atul Gawande wrote of the medical profession, "Nothing is more threatening to who you think you are than a patient with a problem you cannot solve.

During these months, I calculated, I spent a day and a half per month just moving paper and electronic records from doctor to doctor. I spent an additional three days traveling to doctors' appointments, during which I often waited for an hour or more to be seen for ten minutes. (Or fifteen, when my doctor had time.) Putting it all together, I realized that each month I was losing close to five out of twenty workdays—nearly a quarter of my work time. The

is difficult to be a patient for long without coming up against the hard truth that what you are searching for and what your doctor is offering are two entirely different things.

That someone can want something out of another person who gives absolutely nothing in return astounds me.

Left alone with the dial tone...excuse me, operator, why is no one listening?

The people I'm stuck with in my life now aren't sucking the life out of me, they just suck.

Sheep. Looting. Cousins." Lucien cursed and got out of bed.

Stani walks in later, glaring at them both. "Bloody bastards. One minute punching each other, next minute reading poetry. What's wrong with everyone this week?" Tom can tell that

I'm comparing you to . . . rugby and . . . my voice breaking . . . and everything I love but don't understand." "To the failures in your life." "No. I'm comparing you to all the things I love doing best and I just can't have when I want them.

I want so much not to do the teenage angst thing, but I have to tell you that I hate the life that, according to my mother, I'm not actually having.

I've had it with this waiting business. I can cope with another woman, but I can't cope with being ignored when there's nothing in his way.

I'm just sick of all the misery, my absolute lack of control over everything.

You screamed. And swore. Like this. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck.

I'm going to paste it up on the wall so my dickhead uncle sees it the moment he walks in and stops going on about me losing it.

Little people irritate me. I felt like this monstrous giant alongside them.

Sometimes having a good imagination really stinks, Jenna thought.

Because if I have a wicked stepmother and two evil stepsisters, aren't I supposed to get a prince?

Why is it I can spend a dozen Friday nights staring at the peeling walls of my "room" without anyone in the family so much as poking a head down to see if I'm alive, while the one time I actually have plans (major plans, plans that necessitate extraordinary focus and massive preparation), my stepmother suddenly suggests we sing a duet of "Getting to Know You"?

Sometimes being human sucks.

Damn it all. A perfect exit ruined by her crappy sense of direction.

How did the date go?" "Bad. A text-a-holic...." "Not the good kind of trouble." "There's only one thing to say when this happens." "What's that?" "Next.

Aw, bloody hell. Please tell me you're not making her a PowerPoint presentation.