Fun with shots!
Have I mentioned before, how much I enjoy going to the doctor? Yes? No? Implied it, maybe?
Well, it's true. I effing LOVE to go to the doctor. I love love love it. I know that's weird, and I don't know why. Maybe because she makes me feel better. Maybe because she has kind, sympathetic eyes. Maybe because the inch-thick folder that she carries in with me details my crazy better than anything else in the world, and yet, she still has kind, sympathetic eyes.
Ahhh, Dr. Cindy. You are the best.
Yet, here is the problem. Dr. Cindy does not live in South Louisiana. Not for nothing, I tried to convince her to relocate, but she wasn't interested (actually I did see some yearning in her eyes... I know she must regret not getting to hang with me at least monthly anymore).
And I don't have a doctor here (yet). I do have insurance, I don't know what the hold-up is, but...
What if they won't like me? What if theyrecognize think that I am a bit of a nutjob somewhat anxious? What if they won't be nice to me and make me cry?
I'm not sure I am ready to take that chance. All this being said, I have not been to the doctor in over seven months. SEVEN. And this is madness. Sheer, unadulterated madness.
My neck hurts (that danged pulled muscle, again), but yoga helps. I haven't really (this is crazy talk) gotten sick here. My lady parts are all in order. I don't take any meds that need refills (yet).
And I'm hoping for a visit to Georgia soon. Perhaps I can drop in on Dr. Cindy while I am up there, so we can catch up.
(I honestly think she would groan aloud if she saw me walk into her office, but I really enjoy this visual)
Well, it's true. I effing LOVE to go to the doctor. I love love love it. I know that's weird, and I don't know why. Maybe because she makes me feel better. Maybe because she has kind, sympathetic eyes. Maybe because the inch-thick folder that she carries in with me details my crazy better than anything else in the world, and yet, she still has kind, sympathetic eyes.
Ahhh, Dr. Cindy. You are the best.
Yet, here is the problem. Dr. Cindy does not live in South Louisiana. Not for nothing, I tried to convince her to relocate, but she wasn't interested (actually I did see some yearning in her eyes... I know she must regret not getting to hang with me at least monthly anymore).
And I don't have a doctor here (yet). I do have insurance, I don't know what the hold-up is, but...
What if they won't like me? What if they
I'm not sure I am ready to take that chance. All this being said, I have not been to the doctor in over seven months. SEVEN. And this is madness. Sheer, unadulterated madness.
My neck hurts (that danged pulled muscle, again), but yoga helps. I haven't really (this is crazy talk) gotten sick here. My lady parts are all in order. I don't take any meds that need refills (yet).
And I'm hoping for a visit to Georgia soon. Perhaps I can drop in on Dr. Cindy while I am up there, so we can catch up.
(I honestly think she would groan aloud if she saw me walk into her office, but I really enjoy this visual)
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