Doctor's Visit!

So awhile back I had a rash that resembled the dreaded mark of a deer tick. By the time I had it checked out, it was already gone. The doctor agreed that the picture I had taken didn't look too lovely, and ordered me a Lyme's test. The test came back negative and I didn't think much about it. Pretty soon after, my niece was diagnosed with Lyme's and my mom kept urging to me get retested,especially considering my increase in naps and the fact that Lyme's isn't often detected for weeks.

Fast forward to me finally going back to the doctor's today. You know what the problem with me at the doctor's is? It doesn't matter if I have a serious infection or am going for my physical and am in top notch form; I always just kind of babble in a light-hearted way, and by babble I mean BABBLE. My mom is always saying I need to act more sick when sick or else no one will believe I am sick. Not that I feel too bad today, honestly (though my lunch did go right through me). Anyway, the babbling was in full effect today times infinite. As soon as the doctor apologized for being late, to which I replied, "oh isn't that what you guys do? It'd be weird if you weren't," I told the doctor about the bar I planned to get married in once I find a husband and about how my cat is overweight and how my niece and I had rolled down the same hill together so perhaps it is good I get retested even though it is probably nothing but then again who knows and have you had the breakfast sandwich at Ellie's Bakery? They have the best tomato jam situation.

Oh, and backtrack. When the doctor walked in

As I waited to go in for my blood test, a poor, hot mess of a woman wearing a Kid Rock shirt came and sat next to me in the waiting room. She started chatting. She looked terrible, meant in the nicest way possible. I told her I am sorry she didn't feel well. She replied something along the lines of "it's because of my ex, my stupid ex." And then proceeded to tell me how her ex cheated on her and she bought backstage tickets to Nickleback and they didn't go because of the cheating and yadayadayada. I wished her well and said she still should have gone to the concert (though, I think I'd have to be paid to go see them live).

Really liked the blood test administer lady. I said to her, "It's too bad about that woman and her ex. Exes, I tell ya." She rolled her eyes and said she heard all about that when the woman was in with her a minute before. I then proceeded to apologize to blood test administer lady because I cannot look at her while talking because she is too close to my arm and I may pass out. I then talked about my blue shampoo. So, my hairdresser recommended I use a blue or purple shampoo because I had my hair highlighted and it is supposed to decrease the brassy after-effects. The first time I used the shampoo, I was horrified when I looked down on my chest and saw blue sputtering everywhere; I was convinced I had developed 76 ungodly veins because I had worked out twice that day, and well, you know, that's never a good idea. Then I realized a few moments later it was just my shampoo and I felt better. Then the blood test administer lady told me that I am improving at blood test and I told her I think she is great and then I came home, and that is that.

Typical Day.

Today I worked with some little kids, two of whom (jokingly) attacked me, saying they were going to eat my entire head for dinner. Delicious! Another kid actually did bite me, twice. Good times!

After all that fun, I went to the doc's for a urine test, standard stuff.  I'm basically a peein' machine yet I didn't find this to be the easiest task.  Better than the blood test a couple of weeks ago where I tried to distract myself by discussing frogs with the nurse before passing out and waking up to smelling salts, juice, and an ice pack.  As I was coming to, a dude waltzes in, gets his blood drawn, and is out while I'm still sitting there.

Today in waiting room number 1 some guy started talking to me.  He now knows my entire life story. We also discussed: cults, karma, roofs and ice, roofs and heat.

In waiting room number 2, another dude asked me if I was Portuguese.  We then discussed the weather, Fall River, chourice, Cape Verde, and being messes of life.

Off topic, but I've discovered a new way to de-stress: weeding. My sister bought a house so my mom and I were helping her tame her wild-ass yard. They opted for tools, while I used my bare hands to rip everything in sight up.  I was seriously covered in dirt Pig Pen style but felt quite relaxed.