Nobody likes going to the doctor. Or, do they? I take that back, I do know some people who like to go but they are total freaks of nature. I, for one, do not like to go.
So, this morning as I’m patiently waiting in my birthday suit for my doctor to come in, I was not too happy to hear this:
“Hi! (super cheerfully) Ok, I have some bad news. I have a patient in labor and they want me to come over to the hospital right now. I’m really sorry!”
Me: “Guess what? I have some bad news too. I painted my toe nails, shaved my legs, and had to miss spin class to come to this appointment this morning! So, you just tell that girl to keep her legs crossed, because I was here first!”
Ok, you’re right, I didn’t really say that. But, I wanted too, like really bad. My whole morning was shot, and now I have to waste another morning in December to go back again. I think I’m going to cancel it, it’s on a Friday and the Friday morning spin class is the best one of the whole week. Who says you have to have one of those exams every year anyway? Is it the law? I don’t think so. I think everyone is the boss of their own vagina. Right?
Plus, if I get desperate enough, there’s always this: