Doc Appt

So today I got to get out of softball and the horrible B for a yearly physical...apparently things change when you turn 16. First, we had to wait for a while which was annoying, why do they tell you to come at a certain time and then make you wait a long time? Maybe someone changed all of their clocks (that would be a good prank...).

I never had to put on a gown which was nice except she then got to see my awesome Joe Boxer "Kerpow" boxers (S-I will show you sometime). So we sat and talked about iron and calcium blah blah and then she asked my mom to leave. My mom has asked me before if I ever want her to leave during the exam but I never care. So she left and I suppose this was my cue to fall to the floor on my knees and tell the doctor I am being abused.

She asked me more questions about classes and activities (her daughter went to the same high scool and knew mr. a - proof he is a fossil). She asked me the date of my last period which I don't know why people ever bother to ask me questions like that because anyone who knows me knows that I am too unorganized to have a watch that says the right time much less remember some detail like that. So I really wanted to say Jan. 33 which is totally stupid, obviously. So I kinda made up a date that is near the 33 but actually exists. The really sad part that had S peeing her pants during history while R was giving us the evil eye (everything happens during history, hmm...) is that before the appt, I knew she would ask so I got the answer but forgot by the time I got there. To be fair, I did have to remember through an entire school day after a long break.

Then she tells me I should do monthly breast exams...okay...then she starts talking about gynecological exams! (you know it would be just my luck to get a hot young dr). She did say I don't need one until I turn 18 or become sexually active, whichever happens first...let's take bets on that one. And she asked me if I smoke or drink, etc. which was weird because, I know there is all of that doctor-patient confidentiality, but I think if a minor is endangered you are supposed to do something. Anyway, she then asked me to look at all of the answers my mom wrote down to the questions on the form and tell her if they were true or not. At this point I kinda felt like I was in an episode of Law and Order: Special Victims Unit where they beg and plead with the girl to tell them that her mom is a lying bitch and her stepfather's brother is pimping her or whatever. So that was a fun day, I also missed the first day of play practice, how lovely...and even though I told her last week I wouldn't be there, C didn't know...grr...

Then she made me do the duck walk, and I gave her a really weird look. You sit on air and then lean your chest to your knees and walk across the room. It is supposed to test a lot of your joints.

BTW, the Queen of England writes in her diary everyday just as Queen Victoria did so that one day her diary entries can become part of history...how lovely.

Video of the Day. I think Ken should get the points, he is right.