As much as this uncomfortable situation was well, uncomfortable, I couldn't help to think, in the midst of it all, "Uncomfortable? yes. Bloggable? Indubitably."

This morning I had a doctor's appt at 9:00. (Waking up before noon was the first uncomfortable thing) Anyway, I roll out of bed, throw on shoes and a head band, and head to the office. Everyone in that office thinks I'm this little rat-looking hoodlum because I never have an appt there at a reasonable hour, forcing me to look the way I do every time without fail.

I woke up at 8:45 (my alarm had been going off since 8:10...whoops) and I couldn't leave without eating some cheerios. I scarfed them down this time because last time I spilt them all over myself in the car. (I'm worthless without breakfast) Haha speaking of last time...that reminds me of last time...So I had just gotten back from staff training so I had ALL my kamp stuff in the car. I mean I was sitting in the driver's seat and had to lean closer than normal to my window because my temprapetic bed topper was sitting in the passenger seat, but touching my ear. When I got into the office that day...looking nasty as always, they needed me to get my insurance card- I knew right where it was!....in the glove compartment underneath my massive bed topper and all the miscellaneous crap from kamp that I threw in last minute...you know what I'm talking about. So I marched out to the car to get that card. I think I started sweating. (Mixture of the labor it took to maneuver that situation, and the stressfulness of it all...like...what if after all that it wasn't there?) Anyway, I got it out and tried to shut the door, but it wouldn't shut. How the heck had it been shut in the first place?? (Mind you I'm not that strong) It was like a movie scene....all that that I did before, and then there is this little weakling girl just slamming her car door over and over and over and over hoping for it to just latch...I think it did, because I went inside eventually (looking a little rattier than when I entered).

All that doesn't have much to do with today's office visit. So first of all the 2 reasons for my visit were pathetic in the first place. 1) my mom keeps reminding me that I need to get into the dermatologist. The pathetic part of that is that I KNOW the reason she keeps remembering to remind me is the current zitty status of my face. 2) I'm going to kamp on Saturday and I will have run out of my adderall prescription in the middle of the term. (Have I mentioned that I'm REALLY ADD?) I'm aware that this could sound very druggy of me, but I'm trusting that my readers know me better than that. I'll be a counselor, as you know, so my doctor wants me on it while I'm there, but the funny thing is that if I run out of it there and didn't get a fill, I would like go narcoleptic. Seriously, when it's out of your system you can't stay awake. I've fallen asleep in really random places. Anyway, I got my fill of both my "smart pills" as I like to refer to them, and my "zitty face pills", as I decided to refer to them for the first time just now.

That's not all. As the doctor was leaving the room and I was preparing to leave myself, she mentioned that the nurse would be back in shortly to give me an EKG test to make sure my heart hasn't been effected by any of my medication...I said, "Ok, will I feel it?" She said no, so I was compliant (unlike every time she tries to force a flu shot on me! I KNOW those hurt and I'll have none of that) So the nurse comes in and tells me to take off my shirt and bra...(have I said too much? am I crossing a line? do you think differently of me? please don't.) I chuckled to myself as if to say "ha...silly nurse...it's 9 in the morning and you think I'm wearing a sports bra under this tall T"...anyway she left the room for me to take off my shirt and "bra" and cover myself with an oversized paper towel-vest that I was instructed to put on "open to the front".  She came back in and stuck these sticky things all over me that she then connected to these cords that were plugged into a laptop. When she was maneuvering the stickers on me I tried to ease the awkward tension she might have been feeling by pointing out the fact that I was peeling. I peeled a little piece and she laughed as if to say, "this girl has a body of a 12 year old little boy and she just peeled part of it off" Haha I wonder if she was scared to take the stickers off after because with one wrong move and she might have completely removed a layer of my skin! Ok, probably not, but Gray's Anatomy would have eaten that potential scenario up!

It would probably be crossing a line to post a picture, huh? Haha, don't worry I didn't take any (that would be weird, and you would have all freedom to judge me at that point) But I hope you respect my vulnerability for the sake of a bloggy laugh at my expense...I don't mind, laugh away. So, dear readers, I'm off to get things done for kamp like laundry. Sorry if you ever have to run into me at the doctor's office...and I'm even more sorry if you ever find yourself as a nurse having to give me an EKG test...I default to awkward jokes for nervous laughter. Happy Tuesday....the most average day of the week as far as I'm concerned...Cheers!