Feb 14, 2005 02:47
So I went to Stanford on Tuesday for CTs and labs...and when Dr. Marina breezed in, she had a little surprise for me. A pregnancy test.
Dr. Marina: Something came up on your scan. I need you to take a pregnancy test.
Catherine: No, you don't understand, I'm not pregnant. I know I'm not pregnant.
Dr. Marina: Well, not everyone's that responsible.
Catherine: I'm not even sexually active.
Dr. Marina: You mean now, or...
Catherine: No! I've never had sex before!
Dr. Marina: ...Oh... Well, take the pregnancy test anyway.
So I take the pregnancy test, and the next day a nurse calls me. She's all dramatic and stuff--"I have the results of your pregnancy test," which made me wonder if I'd accidentally impregnated myself in my sleep or something.
AND THEN this weekend, the nurse calls again. "Sorry, we lost your pregnancy test, can you come back and take another one?" So I wasted four hours I could have spent studying for a midterm, writing an essay, or reading my 250+ pages of Sister Carrie, driving back to Stanford and peeing in a cup. The End.
PS: I'm not pregnant.