So I went to the doctor yesterday. And hoo boy, was my BP over-the-top. I think the first number was like 180 over 210 or something.
The funny part was, I don’t get nervous at doctor’s appointments, beyond that moment where they run the debit card to take the co-pay, of course.
It’s kind of a funny story if you’re into seeing me in anguish. (Which, you know who you are. *waves*) They took my pressure probably four times and WOULD NOT LET ME DRIVE HOME until it was at a reasonable level.
The funny part was that it was probably the only non-pregnancy-related panic attack at any gynecologist’s office in all the lands!
Oh, but wait. There’s more!
So, they stuck me in a room to CHILL THE FUCK OUT. And, oh, FORGOT ABOUT ME.
Yep, my doctor got called out to deliver a baby. So about an hour goes by and someone sticks her head in like, O HAI, yeah, your doctor left. And I hadn’t even gotten my schmear yet!
*thunk*
All told, a 10-minute appointment clocked in at about two and a half hours. Maybe it was three. I totally lost count.
But wait, there’s more!
Went to close out my savings account right after that. And went into a hysterical laughing fit as the cashier handed me CHANGE. My savings was in COINS. I know it’s not funny, but I’ll let you know where I end up spending my 67 cents!
One of my beloved readers gently reminded me to start using the Law of Attraction already and quit attracting bad upon bad. I’ll do my best to shove a ray of sunshine up my butt next week, I promise!
Actually, the good news is that I forgot to eat for a couple of days. Whee cigarettes and coffee — down four pounds without even trying!
See? I can be positive! C’mon universe, let’s call this the beginning of a great streak and keep it up!