Woman Woes
Yes. This is an entry primarily about my lady parts. Feel free to ignore.
I know I'm a 25 year old woman. This is a part of life. It is no big deal. And yet, going to the lady doctor always makes me want to cry and kick and scream, "I DONT WANNA!"
I always have this feeling, as though the doctor will be poking around my delicate privates and suddenly her eyes will go wide and horrified. "What?" I'll ask, with creeping terror. "What is it?" The doctor will look up abruptly, and yell in a voice of slowly escalating volume, "it's goNNA BLOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" And then the doctor will jump up, run away from me in slow motion and throw herself through a window and leave me with my legs in the air in a paper dress with a faint, hideous ticking in the background.
It should be acceptable to take tranqs before doing these things.
I know I'm a 25 year old woman. This is a part of life. It is no big deal. And yet, going to the lady doctor always makes me want to cry and kick and scream, "I DONT WANNA!"
I always have this feeling, as though the doctor will be poking around my delicate privates and suddenly her eyes will go wide and horrified. "What?" I'll ask, with creeping terror. "What is it?" The doctor will look up abruptly, and yell in a voice of slowly escalating volume, "it's goNNA BLOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" And then the doctor will jump up, run away from me in slow motion and throw herself through a window and leave me with my legs in the air in a paper dress with a faint, hideous ticking in the background.
It should be acceptable to take tranqs before doing these things.