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Every time I have to go to the doctor I get myself so worked up that I could barf and then after all is said and done, all I can think to myself as I'm putting my clothes back on is, "Well, that wasn't so bad." Seriously? Seriously. I even got her to chuckle briefly...and the nurse, too. It was my luckyass day! Then we went to CVS to get some stuff. I didn't go in because I didn't know if El D-bag was there (he was, I just didn't see his truck), but one of my peeps actually came out and said hello which was awesome. It's nice to know that people still miss me. I do require a lot of external approval. It makes me fuzzy in my heart parts. But best of all, I got my hair cut and it feels so very lovely...and I've been told it looks good as well (external approval!).