why do i have to go through a number of "repeats" for my chosen profession and my health?

i still got a bruise yet, i am on blood extraction number 3.  gearing up for other tests from a different doctor.  to think, I FEEL FINE! heck, i’ve even become more sporty again recently.  sigh, the repercussion of this in my near and far future.

i am soooooo irritated, gone on self-pity mode (longing for papa to ‘take care of me’), and on my "why, god?"  phase again. 

i swear, it seems life itself is sucking out my life!