The Questionairre

The doctor told me to get some OTC drugs. They better work, because they were expensive. She also thumped me in the stomach, claiming she was checking for tumors. I think she just wanted to hear it make that sound. she also made me fill out a questionairre that included the question "Are you satisfied with your sex life", and I didn't answer the question. They might as well have asked me how I like driving my Ferarri, because I don't have one of those either. I'm sure if I did, it would be great. P.S. Thanks for completely depressing me, doctor people. She also pointed to the other question saying, what happened there, and it felt a little strange telling her, since I have secrets I don't tell anyone, not even the pro at the club. But I told her anyway, gearing up for some sort of judgement and arguing with her about it, but she just said "how are you doing", which was almost worse, because I'm not doing all that great, but not because of her questionairre. Just because of what her questionairre means and how it gets applied to my life. It's depressing to enter a bunch of zeros in the blanks, to tell a medical professional, yes, I am a spinster, and I have been for a long time. No one wants me, so now I'm in your watch group for some sort of spinster cancer. Great. As if being the ugly chick with glasses isn't painful enough. Now I might get some deadly disease for it too. Thanks, Mother Nature, you're swell.

On a lighter note, I have the weekend off from work, with the exception of today. I'm hoping to get a lot of work done, since now there are people depending on me to get it done. And my homework includes going out, so I'll have to be creative about who and where, because I can't think of anything I want to do at the moment. I'm so much better at being a homebody. The weather here is beautiful, which is supergreat in my world. So I'll mosey on down to the beach today and veg out for as long as possible and try to forget about all the other crap that's going on. I'm hoping it will last and there are no more rainstorms in the forecast, because I am getting very tired of rain and mud.

Anyway, that's about it. I need to go shave, so you'll have to excuse me.