I should be beyond being embarrassed by difficult child. But, she was so horrible today. She wanted to go to the family doctor for yet another "issue" that she won't do anything about, i.e., take any medications prescribed for it. I'm 99.9% sure it's anxiety related, but of course difficult child denies it and gets angry. She periodically feels like she can't breathe - like she's not getting enough oxygen. It has anxiety written all over it. But, the doctor is doing her duty and asking her all sorts of questions: how often does it happen, does she have a cough, does she have a tightness or pain like heartburn in her chest, is it with activity of when at rest, etc. difficult child had such an attitude and when the doctor was trying to pin down the frequency by asking, is it everyday, several times a day, a few times a week, difficult child kept responding - very snottily - that she said it was random and why do we keep asking, she *told* us it was random. When asked about any other symptoms, difficult child snottily said NO to every one. She also kept contradicting herself. I told her that we are asking specifics because the doctor is trying to determine things and we are trying to get her to think more specifically. To which, difficult child replied that it's random and why won't we listen to her, in a near yelling voice. Then I told her she needed to lose her attitude. Now. I was so embarrassed. This doctor is so nice. She didn't get (or act) upset or offended, but I wanted to smack difficult child's head off her shoulders. She's 14, not 2. The doctor rx'd an inhaler to use when it happens. If it helps then we'll know there is an asthmatic component to it. I didn't fill it. She won't use it. If difficult child asks me to fill it, I will. The doctor was then showing her how to properly use an inhaler and she said that some people have a hard time getting the coordination down with squeezing the inhaler and breathing in at the same time, so she asked difficult child if she wanted an extender to help with that. difficult child said no. Then the doctor asked me if I wanted her to have it and I said yes. difficult child was shooting me dirty looks and wouldn't talk to me the rest of the way home. Which was fine with me. I didn't want to talk to her either. I also wanted difficult child to get the meningitis vaccine, but she was throwing a fit about that saying with the last shot she got, she felt like she had been punched in the arm for a month. That's an exaggeration. But, the last shot she got was tetanus and it does make your arm sore for a day or two, which I've explained REPEATEDLY. I asked her how she can put holes in her nose and in her lip, but throw a fit about a shot. The doctor didn't give it to her. I don't know if it was because difficult child didn't consent or if she thought I wasn't going to force it. But, the next time I talk to the doctor I'm going to talk to her about that. I'm just so tired of her attitude and behavior over every. little. thing. She's toxic. On the upside, she did go to her therapist appointment today. But, apparently I was just supposed to know that. She didn't tell me she was going to go and copped a royal attitude when I said as much. Whatever. I don't want to be a mom to her today. Between this and her getting mad when I eat meat because she suddenly became a vegetarian and now I'm a horrible person for eating meat. And she doesn't want to take ANY medications because they're all tested on animals (isn't that a convenient excuse). I let her know that her makeup is tested on animals, too. That shut her up PDQ. And she showed me this video of this self-righteous, holier than thou guy who thinks he is way better than us meat eaters speaking about how humans are herbivores and how he can prove it by looking at the physiological differences between carnivores and herbivores. And of course, she's taking it as fact and getting PO'ed at me because I'm not buying it hook, line and sinker. You know, we don't have claws not because we're herbivores but because we can make weapons. Evolution, baby. Kinda hard to fire a gun if you got claws, dontcha think. ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I just don't have it in me today to deal with the BS. Vent over. For now.