The night of my diagnosis I went home and got ready for bed pretty early. I was in bed by 10, and wouldn't you know it? The dryer turns on. I get up out of bed and walk upstairs to catch my roommate and very politely I tell him, "Hey. I'm actually about to go to bed. So I'm just going to shut the dryer off." He gets pissed off and says no, that he needs to do laundry. I shrug and tell him too bad, I need to sleep. So I go downstairs and turn it off, he comes down and turns it on, I turn it off, he turns it on and sits on it. I go out in the laundry room and tell him it needs to be turned off and he says he needs the clothes for work tomorrow. I tell him that he should have done them earlier then, and that it isn't my fault he procrastinated and decided that video games were more than his chores. He tries to say he just woke up, and I lost my temper at that point. I had gotten home four hours earlier, and he was AWAKE and on his computer gaming, so I start yelling about how I know for a fact that he has been awake at least four hours and that he had plenty of time to do his laundry. So he says, oh well I forgot. Again, not my fault not my problem, turn the fucking thing off so I can sleep. After the day I'd had and the day I was facing I was nearly hysterical. I started crying and yelling and screaming, I just completely lost it. I was exhausted and stressed to my limit, and I couldn't take anymore, especially not this childish bullshit from what has to be one of the most retarded, infantile, self-centered, and laziest people I've ever had to suffer the existence of. So he refuses to relent, and I finally ask him why he can't just wait til I'm asleep to do it, since ONCE I'm asleep I won't hear it. He goes, "Well how long will THAT take?" Considering how many pills I have that are supposed to help me sleep, it doesn't take long, as long as that fucking dryer isn't rattling its ass off right outside my door.
The day after my diagnosis I woke up exhausted, and dragged myself to work. I had been so stressed out by the encounter with douchebag, that my heart had raced for what felt like ever. I was so angry. I finally fell asleep but I woke up feeling like zombie. I took my little note to my supervisor and got permission to leave halfway through the day so I could go get my echo done. While I was driving to my echo, I got a text from my roommate telling me he was throwing me out, he was "tired" of me "always crying" and trying to guilt him and for being ungrateful. I got angry all over again. I have never cried in front of him before, I barely even see or talk to him. He is usually in his little computer room and I'm in the basement. The ONLY time we interact is when he pulls stupid stunts like not letting me sleep, and everything he has ever done for me I have always thanked him for and shown gratitude for. So on top of facing a really scary test, I'm now homeless. The echo itself was extremely painful. I didn't realize that they JAB that stupid stick in to you for half a freaking hour. They needed to test for a hole, so they had to inject dye but of course, my veins are the epitome of uncooperative. A butterfly needle and the side of my arm later they get the dye in. I felt like I was gonna faint when it hit my heart. But that feeling faded and the test was over shortly after that.