One perk of living in this town is there are cute college boys everywhere. But the novelty goes out the window when said cute college boy takes your weight and stats.
Not cool.
And then you are reminded how much his still a boy when he tries to make a basket with your thermometer cover. And scores and cheers himself.
But then I recalled how Gregg does the same thing with Paige's diapers. And that is why I find wet diapers under the kitchen table and a few feet away from all of the trashcans in our home.
I digress.
So, when the dr came in, the 1st thing out of his mouth was so you've had a hysterectomy??
For crying out loud. What???
He told me that there wasn't a LMP (last menstrual period) written down on my chart. And he became all in a tizzy because college boy didn't ask about my, you know, cycle.
And thank goodness for that. Because I would have died.
Then he asked me when it was and I was blank. Not something I can say that I keep up with anymore. So I threw at date at him and he was none the wiser.
So, then after we discussed what meds he would prescribe me, I asked him for a refill of my happy pills. He didn't want to prescribe me any because he said I would need to make an appointment just for that because if you are suicidal we need documentation.
Seriously.
I'm not suicidal thank you very much.
I.just.need.some.refills.on.my.happy.pills.for.my.generally.bitchy.even.on.a.good.day.self.
Yes, I got some refills. Of 30mg of Lexapro.
It is what it is.
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