And here's how to make your Gyno's day - if you don't have time for a pedicure, wear cool socks. Good God, I'm pasty. I could have been Elizabethan Royalty. Ah, well.
We've talked about how I'd rather go to the Gyno than the Dentist, right? It's not like I'm thrilled to go get scraped out or anything, but it's just way less drama and fewer needles are involved.
En route to my appointment today, there was no traffic on the road. I found a parking place right away. I got an elevator right away too, waited maybe five minutes to update my paperwork then five more to get into a room.
Heh, I love taking pics of Turn Off Your Cell Phone signs. Makes me feel like such a badass.
Ok, I'm always a bit reluctant to stand on any scale just cuz I'm a fluffy chick, and I was ok with the number that came up, and then the nurse pointed out that I had lost 26 pounds since a year ago!!! I knew I was down a couple of sizes, but that was just awesome.
Up to now, I thought that the best thing about going to the dentist was that you don't have to step on a scale. Perhaps I'd like it better if every scale experience was as uplifting as today's!
And remember how I spent 4 hours at the dentist? I was out of the Gyno's office in less than 40 minutes. I didn't even have time to knit, like I did last time.
Funny thing - I still haven't finished that project.
So I've got a routine Mammogram scheduled for tomorrow. I've never had one before. I guarantee you it'll be blogworthy, as is pretty much anything relating to my boobs.
Shit, are they gonna make me take out my nipple rings? I'll never be able to get them back in... fuckeleven.