You've got to be F'ing Kidding me

This is apparently my new catch phrase in life, because this is what I end up uttering on an almost hourly basis. The most perfect example of this can be found in my recent trip to a doctor's office which has recently turned into a goodawful nightmare.
See, Thursday morning I was having a particularly bad bout of allergies, and by midday my left eye was all icky looking, red, and irritated. I thought nothing, and went about my day. Friday it was pretty bad. Saturday I wanted to claw the damn thing out, and one of my co-workers finally said "Hey, how'd you burst a blood vessell in your eye?" Realizing I was now probably scaring customers, I made a quick call to the optometrist I normally get contact lenses at, and they said it'd probably be a good idea to take a quick peak and see if they could recommend a good set of eye drops until it went away.
So, I go down there, and after the ol' twenty minutes of trying not to breath or blink while the Doc peers at my eyes through a Kavorkian looking contraption and going "mmmmmmmmm" she pushed back and proceeded to flip out on me about how "serious" this was. Apparently, it wasn't a blood vessell, it was some bizarro crap called epescleritis. What's so craptastic and Phrase-Of-The-day inspiring about this is since she started grilling me about my muscle, back, and joint pain she says this condition is most commonly an underlying symptom of R.A.(Rheumatoid Arthritis).
Why couldn't I just have fucking pink eye...
So, what turned into a "haha, silly allergies!" issue now turned into me having to be up at the eye doctor every day watching the deterioration of my sight while making emergency appointments with a GP to do a full rheumatoid panel to find out if and how severe the condition I am in is. See, I have a lot of physiological problems already. My back screams nightly, my knees and ankles pop and usually feel like mush, and my wrists and fingers have been increasingly tightening. I have an increasing loss of appetite, run random fevers, and have insane headaches. Now, all of these can be attributed to the incredible amount of physical and emotional stress my job puts me under. But appaarently they also happen to be glaring red warning signs of early stage RA. So, doc's freaked, I'm a little edgey, and I can't see out of my left eye because it has this crap I have to put in every two hours.
You have got to be FUcking kidding me...