So my
Doctor called me the other day, okay she didn't, but Leslie at the
front desk did, reminding me that it's time for annual physical, or the
annual appointment.
Now there is really nothing all that appealing about getting your confidence shattered when standing on a scale, your future dimmed by your calcium shortage, and your hmmmmm being poked with a giant Qtip.
It's not that I wake up wanting to go, it's that I'll be damned if I am going to let some lady I don't know (I only see her once a year) troll around down there after I've been walking around all day. I'd like to be freshly showered, emphasis on the freshness here ladies, and not all schwampy.
So that's something to look forward to.
Gosh just thinking writing about it makes me excited.
I can't wait 'til the day I get the boob smasher.
That'll be delightful.
Oh the things we women have to do.
Please note though I whine about it, I do it gladly for my health.
It's important, it's just not 'fun'.
Amen on the 8 am. Let's get it over with so I can go home, shower, and go on about my day.
ReplyDeleteRight, it's not like we look forward to it....let me get on with it!
DeleteI am all for early appointments!!!!
ReplyDeleteRight...8 am. I'm there!!!
DeleteSo uncomfortable, but necessary :(
ReplyDeleteyup, and I am all about keeping healthy so. I do it.
DeleteThe boob smasher is not that bad! I had myself stressed for nothing. Had it last week :)
ReplyDeleteHaha boob smasher...can't wait for that one. Gotta love those "annuals" as my mom calls it (she also refers to her yearbook as an "annual" so that could potentially lead to confusion). Haha
ReplyDeleteDon't forget to have them check over your skin too! :-)
ReplyDeleteomg boob smasher lol!
ReplyDeleteI don't think my boobs are even big enough to get something in the machine to smash...but amen on the downtown trip...I look more forward to a root canal at the dentist.
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