Yep, this morning was my turn girlies! All is well and another year before I have to don my paper gown and put anklets in my purse because I hate the thought of riding that table cowboy with my feet in community stirrups. (Yeah, even though they have disposable covers on them.)
Since I have been 18 years old, I have gone for an annual check-up ... or should I say "check-down" without fail. I feel superstitious about it. Since I've never missed, I am afraid the first time I do will trigger some sort of va-jay-jay voodo that will cause me to have a negative outcome.
Actually I was curious to be weighed on a "doctors" scale. Don't we usually think since we're in a medical office, what ever it reads out must be gospel? I hopped on the scale and thought, well ... still is good, but I was hoping my scale was waaaaaaaay off. When my doctor was going over my chart, she looked at my weight and said "oh Nancy, our scale is wrong ... you have you subtract 3 (yes, she said SUBTRACT THREE) more pounds". In doing that, I realize my scale is correct, AND that I have lost 2 more pounds. This brings my total to 28 pounds.
::: doing the Snoopy happy dance here for a moment :::
Anyway, my post is really for a public service announcement.
Make that annual appointment and celebrate it as you do your birthday. Have cake and ice cream too if that is a motivator to go.
Warm Duck Lips Please