* So I took my teenage daughter to the Dr the other day for an appointment regarding her migraines and when the nurse called her in, she looked over her shoulder at me and said, "I don't want you going with me". So I sat in my chair while the nurse held the door open for me, and I said, "I'm sorry, she doesn't want me to go with her". To which the nurse replied, "She doesn't have a choice. This way please". Once escorted to the room, and the door closed behind us I was treated to the 'angry eyes'. She's not a baby! She doesn't NEED me in her Dr appointment! I must say I'm not surprised at her independence. In fact she's been independent right from childbirth. She was quite annoyed that we took her out of the hospital in a carseat, she wanted to walk out and carry her own bag.
* Speaking of Dr appointments, I went yesterday for my physical along with 'Lady tune-up' as a bonus! I dare anyone to tell me I don't have talent! It's a skill to carry on small talk while your innards are being manhandled! I also exercised great restraint when I stepped on the scale, I just mumbled "seriously?" under my breath, instead of doing what I really wanted to do which was to spit on it and call it a filthy liar! I have a theory though, my Dr. is Superman (Christopher Reeves ~ NO JOKE)So I think his scale is showing what I weigh on the planet Krypton! It's got to be that... I couldn't possibly weigh that much on Earth!
* Its official! My car is possessed! Yesterday when Garrett and I came out of his therapy appointment I noticed the lights got left on and I was having a time trying to start the car. It wouldn't turn over, but not only that... once I turned the key my gauges started swinging around wildly and my windshield wipers starred going back and forth very slowly and they weren't even on!!! I asked Garrett to go get the security guard inside and ask him for a jump start. Secretly I was hoping he was packing heat so he could shoot my car if it tried to strangle me with the seat belt. Obviously, once the nice man came out my car took the jump start with ease, and showed no signs of the dementia it had moments before.
* My Dr told me yesterday that I suffer from anxiety... NO KIDDING! My dog could have diagnosed me! It's not a deep dark mystery. I'm a wide open, in your face, here for the show NUT! I'm honest and up front about it, so maybe that's why I don't scare people as often as is possible. Sort of like if someone points out a snake on the ground, once they've warned you ~ you can take measures to keep at a safe distance (or run away screaming). Most people don't run away after I fire my warning shot, but rather observe me with cautious curiosity, much the same as viewing an eclipse.
* I was also told yesterday that I'm supposed to be exercising 3 hours a week. That's swell! I sleep 3 hours a week too, so I should balance itself right out! Does crying in the shower count as exercise???
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