Goodness me, a journal entry, what can this possibly mean? It can only mean that it’s December, and thus, Holidailies!
I have blown Holidailies for years on end, let’s try to do this properly this time.
So yesterday I got a call from my health care provider offering me a $40 Target gift card if I got a Pap smear before the end of the year. Well, alright then!
So, I went to the GYN this morning, and thank you, healthcare provider, since I haven’t gone since before I left New Jersey, and that’s not proper grown-up behaviour. And while I was there, I also got a flu shot and a tetanus booster, very one-stop shopping.
Weird thing I found out: apparently, I’m 5’10”. I don’t agree, I’m 5’11”, I’m far too young to start shrinking, I think she measured me wrong, and I’ll start taking calcium tout suite.
The nurse was hilarious, when she told me to undress and put on the gown, she said, “Time to shine!” and I couldn’t stop laughing.
The GYN was very nice, she did all the exam stuff that I remembered from long past, except for one thing.
“Hey, aren’t you going to stick your finger up my butt?”
“Nope, we only do that if we see something weird in the pelvic exam.”
“Awesome, that’s the worst part! I was dreading the finger up my butt, and now it turns out I didn’t have to!”
I think they think I’m a little weird, but I don’t really care. That’s what being 53 is like!
Holidailies